tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76278164646700214142024-03-13T04:45:56.377-07:00WY I Runand some adventures along the way...Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-20073422580057545132015-01-12T13:11:00.001-08:002015-01-12T13:11:28.917-08:00Way too long, but here I am WYIRUN... provides fitness to nordic ski and other activities in the Steamboat winters.<br />
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I wanted to try a year in review to start fresh on the blog since it has been so long.<br />
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<b>January 2014:</b><br />
I rang in the New Year in typical style and was in bed at 8:30. January was a month spent back from the holidays, getting my feet back under me, firming up some races for the spring and jumping on the training wagon.<br />
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Even though it wasn't a Christmas back home, I got see this good looking girl in Jackson Hole<br />
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and spent some time, the most of the season, getting to know this mountain... Steamboat.</div>
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<b>February 2014:</b></div>
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The biggest event of the season, Winter Carnival arrived and so did my parents. </div>
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The Broncos also lost the Super Bowl, but I made these. </div>
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<b>March 2014:</b></div>
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I got to visit Page and Olav in Spain and France with my parents as the 5th wheel, which was awesome. I feel so lucky to still take trips with my parents and we had such a fantastic time!</div>
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<b>April 2014:</b></div>
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Adam and I ran our first race of the spring. I was excited and pulled off a 1:28 at altitude at the North Platte Half Marathon outside of Denver. April was low key and included lots of running getting ready for the Steamboat Marathon.</div>
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<b>May 2014:</b></div>
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As I trekked on yet another long run on the true course, I felt a searing pain shoot through my foot. Immediately I knew what it was. I had stress fractured my foot. This was hard, but as I got into the groove of cross training and the marathon stress off my shoulders, I was sort of relieved but sad as well. I made it through the 6 weeks pretty well considering other injuries I had before.</div>
The only downside was another one popped towards the end of the injury.<br />
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Adam and Lonnie finished an incredible race in Fruita, CO in the half iron distance.</div>
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<b>June 2014:</b></div>
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I started off injured but ended the month back at it. I discontinued with my running coach of 5 years and sort of switched directions towards triathlon which has been the best decision. For me, there were too many miles and swimming and biking were things I was excelling in, but not as efficient I could be. New schedules and new conversations were a breath of fresh air.</div>
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We spent a few days in Highland, NC with the whole family for my cousin's wedding which is always the best!</div>
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<b><span id="goog_727088594"></span><span id="goog_727088595"></span>July 2014:</b></div>
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This month was exciting. We moved to a place with more space. I felt inundated at work which seemed to be always on the brain, but I got back into racing which was great. I raced the Steamboat Sprint Triathlon.</div>
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Adam successfully turned this into..<br />
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This! With tons of my help,<br />
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Racing again was amazing and was surprised what time off from running actually did to improve my running.</div>
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<b>August 2014:</b></div>
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Our fun began on a mini-vacation which started out blank and lefts us full of adventures!</div>
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We started off with our trip to Lander...</div>
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Through good 'ole Dubois<br />
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Where we stayed in Teton National Park for a few nights.<br />
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It rained and rained in WYOMING<br />
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We packed up and headed to SLC staying Little Cottonwood Canyon</div>
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We biked, we ran, we watched biking and ate good food.<br />
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<b>September 2014:</b></div>
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The new students are in the door and I get one breath of relief.</div>
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We planned our 1st year anniversary atop Long's Peak where we lucked out with a beautiful and early summit. </div>
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Adam couldn't resist one football game... where the nation's top plays... Laramie, WY</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Naturally, we biked there by timing the car right and picking each other up.</span><br />
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I got some of my summer vacation in October with Adam and my parents in San Francisco and Napa. This was definitely the highlight of October.</div>
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We stayed here in Napa which just screamed relaxation on its own.<br />
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It even had a spaceship coffee maker. It was delicious.<br />
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Our hosts laid out quite the spread prior to my first half marathon in eons<br />
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We wine tasted and wine gazed for a pretty picture perfect Napa experience.<br />
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I also managed to get these two on a bicycle which we took to the 'bar right across the bridge.' Ten miles later, we made it.</div>
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While there aren't many pictures to reflect, I attended a conference in Disney world and managed to meet these two.</div>
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<b>December 2014:</b><br />
Back east we went, starting in NYC followed by KV.<br />
We got to have a mini Brooks reunion.<br />
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And see the Book of Mormon as well as run around Central Park a few times.<br />
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We all showed off our new Djellabas fresh from Morocco.</div>
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It's here in all of its glory. I am not a huge fan of resolutions because typically, if I want to make a change, I start working on it on the spot instead of putting it off. Also, my goals for the year usually involve training and running goals. I am starting this year off a little differently. After a major learning curve year in my current professional position, I am eager to use what I have learned and maintain a smart, healthy work/life balance. With this, I am looking forward to less worrying, using stress coping skills, not sweating the small stuff and having more compassion and empathy for myself and others. </div>
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A few weekends ago, Adam and I both singed up for the Desert's Edge Triathlon<br />
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After the tack incident, I wanted to give it a go. We drove down on Saturday, camping at the venue that night and a quick ride on the course. I was a little lethargic headed down there, thinking 2 hours was a lot to drive for a race where I felt the normal feelings of, 'this is going to hurt,' ' I don't want to try hard,' and 'why do I do this?'<br />
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Heather Gollnick had come down from SBS too and all of the women started together. On the morning of the race, the weather was fantastic and we had decided to work together on the swim. As soon as the gun went off, I wanted to try. I felt Heather on my feet for a little over the first half of the swim and finally did a little stopping to get her up front. This was great until we swam directly into the sun and I am instantly blinded. Regardless, we got out of the water at around the same time. I transitioned quickly to get out first and then try to keep Heather in my biking sights. Oops. Didn't work and without any time or mph gauge, I was just pushing and debating in my head whether it was hard enough. In the end, most top women biked faster than I did, but my swim and run made it up. Stopping on a false flat to check if my tire was flat did not help my time.<br />
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I was excited to get out on the rolling dirt path run. My legs didn't quite have the pep I was expecting and the two laps seemed tough mentally, but I pushed the turn over to get in the groove. Heather was in our sights, and at about Mile 2, a woman passed me. I tried to hang and it seemed like mentally, I wasn't there and didn't have the run training to do so. I kept her there, but a gapped form. As we came into this finish, Heather crossed first, 30 seconds, 2nd woman crossed, 30 seconds, I crossed. It was great to have a competitive race with two strong woman all with our various strengths.<br />
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Adam came over in 4th which made our afternoon in downtown Fruita at Camilles Kaffe so much sweeter with some top notch sandwiches.<br />
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The following weekend, we satiated Adam with a Wyoming Football game. Our transportation was both on bikes and a car. I rode the first 50 Miles to Laramie, over Rabbit Ears and couldn't have asked for a more scenic ride.<br />
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Off to Napa for some time with my parents and the first go at a half marathon in quite a while.Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-71133792119410619592014-09-16T10:21:00.000-07:002014-09-16T10:21:06.237-07:0014,259 ft. Mark our 1 Year AnniversaryWYIRUN... to be able to climb mountains too.<br />
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For literary entertainment, I will do my best to create an analogy between hiking Long's Peak and our first year of marriage. Here goes:<br />
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We started in the dark, sort of like the beginning of our marriage. Right before we were married, we embarked on our next phase of life, moving from our home in Lander, WY and starting new jobs. While I had my job secured, housing was up in the air and Adam's employment, undetermined. The headlamp indicated that we could see a little. We knew we loved the town of Steamboat Springs, we knew we were getting married and that I had a job. From there, we could scramble to the top with the little light we had.<br />
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We were married in September, Adam landed a job where his new co-workers welcomed him with open arms, making banking exciting, and we were moved with our belonging squared away. The sun was rising and we started to see what lay ahead. It was all new and exciting and adrenaline carried us through mayhem and exhaustion.</div>
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We settled into a routine, with an even clearer vision of our goals and maneuvering through our married life.<br />
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What I wanted to say was that the Keyhole on Long's Peak represented the keys we found to marriage. But, then I would be lying. Has anyone won the game of marriage, I don't think so. What I can say is, it takes a lot of communication and transparency to weave through the highs and lows of a relationship and I probably did not stop talking (Communication) from the moment we stepped on the trail to this Keyhole. The adrenaline carried us this far and you get to a check point and realize, there is sooooooo much more to go. This is both exhilarating and soul-crushing, especially as the oxygen thins. </div>
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This is the storm hut in case the wind, hail and rain rolls in. We were lucky, not a cloud in sight for us. But we all know marriage can bring in some storms, but with simple tactics and perhaps a shelter, we come out with more experience on the other side.<br />
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Just following the bulls eyes...If only you could follow the bulls eyes of life.... but what fun would that be?<br />
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Sometimes, you just got to stop, take a deep breath (or try) and carry on. Each step seemed harder and harder as I climbed the vertical slope in Saucony Kinvaras (not the prime shoe choice). But, we all make choices, reap the results and charge ahead.<br />
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The summit before 8:30 a.m. and the smiles came out from hiding. When we conquer challenges or reach goals, we need to relish in the moment... until, it's time to move on and reach for the next.<br />
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From one thing to another... as the high wears off, reality sets in and we have to finish our journey by making our way back down the mountain. We take turns leading, reflecting on the adventure up and already conspiring about our next endeavor.<br />
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Down isn't as easy and its gets to a point where the trail head can't come soon enough, but as you drag on, the achievement filters back through your head. In our marriage, we push each other. With different strengths and weaknesses, there is no taking the easy way out with Adam and I. Its hard, I cry, we bicker, there is stress, but there is love, support, courage and fight. And with that, we hiked Long's Peak and have many more peaks climb.<br />
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Sometimes, it may seem insurmountable, but with small steps, Adam and I march (sorry Adam, walk slowly) ahead.Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-59526340392878421412014-09-01T11:12:00.001-07:002014-09-01T11:12:22.592-07:00Tri Out of the BoxWYIRUN... to redeem myself off the bicycle<br />
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In the last few weeks, summer is coming to a close, the rain hasn't stopped and the student are coming back. In my job, it ebbs and flows from so crazy, I can't breathe and might pull all of my hair out to..... now, I need to focus long term so I don't fall back into crazy mode. In the mean time, I have been trying to play in outdoors when I can and jump into some races.<br />
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I have found myself in this cycle where I don't race often, so when I do race, I get so nervous I can hardly bring myself to the start line. I am using some of this fall to jump into more race to decrease nervousness, knowing every single one won't be the best. I even brought myself to register for an off-road triathlon embarking on a death defying (in my eyes) mountain bike course!<br />
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A few weekends ago, I geared up for the Steamboat Olympic Triathlon which ended with tears on the side of road.<br />
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A few days later, I was swimming with Heather at Masters and she mentioned she was putting on the first Xterra all-women's off-road triathlon. My immediate answer, "heck no, I can't mountain bike." Then I thought about it and what an opportunity? I had been contemplating the pressure I put on myself and here, there is no pressure, no expectations (for the most part). I signed up late and spent the week or so leading up scared about what the mountain bike would entail. </div>
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I transitioned onto the bike. I managed the road to the mountain pretty well. Ha. Then I climbed and climbed... I still saw no one behind me. I finally started descending, thinking to myself, 'Man, I am good." Then they came, the breaths and the 'Can I Pass?' It was at the end of the trail where mud took hold of my wheel, threw me to my ground and made me work until transition. I ripped of my MB shoes and went on the run, picking off the girls in front of me off. </div>
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I passed two on the way up and the last girl on the way down mouthing mantras to myself. I was happy, it was fun, rainy and sloppy and always feels good to finish. I am glad it was an all women race since downhill mountain biking and having cyclists trying to get by me made me frantic and discombobulated. I am motivated to get back out my mountain bike and start learning the skills.</div>
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WE WENT ON VACATION AND THAT IS AWESOME<br />
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Our first stop was the scenic route from Steamboat to Lander, WY through Encampment, WY. We biked up and over Battle Mountain Pass amongst the tractor rally.<br />
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For the first time, I camped in City Park. This is sort of a must in Lander... and throughout the 4 years living there, it never happened. </div>
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Dairyland and their iconic cheesewheels... still haven't tried one. Oh well, we have to come back.<br />
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Our travels continued through Dubois to the Tetons. Here is one of the only sunny days we had in WY.<br />
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We ventured on and in true masochistic fashion, we hiked through Paintbrush Canyon about 13 Miles in the rain and 40 degree weather. Woohoo. I will admit, the Mac and Cheese tasted awesome that night.<br />
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And so we continued into Utah. The first night in Alta, at Albion campground and the next three at Tanner Campground in Little Cottonwood Canyon.<br />
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Our days persisted of Hiking, Biking, swimming and running. We ended the days with a comedy club, massages and bangin' camp dinners. Salmon, turkey dogs and spare ribs!<br />
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The following of the Tour de Utah ensued where we rode up and over countless passes. Each ride was either up or screaming down.<br />
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In need of some cleaning, bathing in Jordanelle State Park was much needed.<br />
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Cadel Evans threw us his water bottle as we cheered him up Little Cottonwood Canyon<br />
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The men came screaming through a small town outside of Park City where we got up close and personal with Jens Voight. Since his cycling career is over and he just finished the Tour of Colorado, I am thinking of having him over for dinner.<br />
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180 Miles were traveled on bike, water or foot which made for happy tired campers at the end of the week.Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-60905148171909847652014-07-10T09:19:00.002-07:002014-07-10T09:19:21.965-07:00Months in SentencesWYIRUN...something comfortable.<br />
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In May, I stress fractured my foot training for the Steamboat Marathon.<br />
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I knew the feeling and felt deflated, but carried on focusing much of my attention to my job which was beginning to be all consuming. Stress is stress is stress.<div>
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We jetted off to my cousins wedding in NC where I danced both nights away with a tight popliteus muscle causing me all sorts of pain.</div>
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None the less, I got to see my family. Following the trip, I figured out the damn popliteus injury and had LJ McVey massage it out.</div>
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Then we worked and worked and subsequently moved into a larger home on campus. Since then, Adam has used his handy man skills to build a deck that looked like this. </div>
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There was no taper, there was no pre- race meal, no agonizing over every split of every mile, no checking the weather every minute, no laying out race day clothes, and no jitters to push through the pain of the last 6 Miles. </div><div><br></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3SRnBFXXXhbtfSBtWYPtVm5dCRsXxehhOgqUQ1w02yPa9rcbyBGk4LwtOAuxYxF99aEuuCp1NeAAoSC6qMMFjc5ci7m4n9GO4MdtdDkZQ78ZttnhQUYO0OtuIiHrE_azrQzc0S-jcxM/s640/blogger-image-1666993084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3SRnBFXXXhbtfSBtWYPtVm5dCRsXxehhOgqUQ1w02yPa9rcbyBGk4LwtOAuxYxF99aEuuCp1NeAAoSC6qMMFjc5ci7m4n9GO4MdtdDkZQ78ZttnhQUYO0OtuIiHrE_azrQzc0S-jcxM/s640/blogger-image-1666993084.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div>3 weeks ago, I embarked on my last 22 Miler at exactly race start time on the exact course. The wind was calm, the air was cool, my niggles had ceased and I was hitting the progression paces of this last rehearsal perfectly. As I ran, I could imagine race day running not much faster than I was now and feeling the strides and foot fall of every step. As I crested a hill at Mile 11, the searing pain shot up my foot. No no no... This is not happening. A little stretch, two more steps, nope. One more stretch, two more steps, hell no. </div><div><br></div><div>There it went.... Weeks of 4:15 a.m. Mornings doggedly schlepping to the track to surprise my self that I actually could hit the three by three mile workout despite my exhaustion. I was on task, but the mornings were wearing. Stress came at me at every angle possible, mental and physical, and my job had been grinding without stopping. Sign?!? Yes, but me being me, I push on. 85,87,94,83 miles per week, respite was near but not close enough. Runners can push, and push.... And push. A blessing and curse. This time a curse.... And a blessing. My body gave me an order, it had enough. As soon as the pain seared, I knew the all too familiar feeling of a stress fracture. The tears streamed down my face and the reality hit, I was not going to make it to my goal race. 11 Miles out of town, my thumb went up, I robotically stepped into a ranchers car, made polite conversation and continued to cope while holding back sobs. </div><div><br></div><div>I knew just what to do, I could bike, swim, and aqua jog... Enjoying what Steamboat has to offer. This was different than last time, I had done this before and this break from the pressure was almost a relief. This was no longer an added component to the amounting stress at work and I could focus on different aspects of my life. While I have somewhat welcomed the 'no running' with open arms the past three weeks... My arm are closed now. My foot feels better (not healed) and I want to get back out there. So as my marathon goes off without me, I know there are more. I will slowly jump back onto the racing bandwagon, marathon or not, and continue to test my limits in the competitive world. </div><div><br></div><div>If I had made it this far ( without injury), what would this marathon have looked like. All factors, point to thumbs down. So in a way, I saved myself from the disappoint and gave myself a chance to test myself in a time where external stresses aren't at their peak. Perspective returns and lesson are learned, but dreams of running shoes have returned. While biking has been an accepted challenge, my legs year for the pavement. 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As promised, this one is going to be more of a running-centric, training update post. It helps me keep notes of the marathon build-up memories... oh memories (tired, achey, fatigued, hungry, and tired-just to reiterate). Actually, this is usually the case, but back to my title, I am just rollin' and runnin' ready to put on the pressure the next 6 weeks.<br />
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The last 4 weeks have included some good stuff. I have been at sea level 2 of the last 4 weeks and enjoyed the oxygen flowing through my veins.<br />
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3/3-3/9: 84<br />
3/10-3/16: 79<br />
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This was the Hanes Park track where I had the luxury of running, 10 x 800s in some warmer morning weather. Being a pretty hilly town, Winston-Salem, NC (here for a conference), I was fortunate to find this gem for the 800s as well as for part of my steady run for a controlled environment. The 800s ended up being a moderate 6:20-30 pace with 45 second recovery to try mimic continuous effort. Sea level and sunlight make a difference and I just loved being off the mill for hot minute.</div>
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I managed an 18 Miler around the relatively flat Winston Lake. A 7 Mile dirt packed loop was incredible with the last 3 fast miles around 6:40, to finish strong.<br />
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3/22-3/30: 77, while touring Spain and France<br />
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The first few days were easy miles on the Barcelona boardwalk.<br />
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Followed by the short, flattish, coast line of Cadaques, Spain where I managed a 4 x 10 minute stint at ~6:25 with 90 seconds recovery. The locals thought I had gone batty as I paced back and forth.<br />
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The last of my running was done on the boardwalk of Sete, France which stretched out around 10 Miles, which boded well for the 20 Miler. Prior to the long run, I managed a steady state at ~7:20 and then some 6:00 pick ups during the 20 Miler. All in all, running in Europe was a success.<br />
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3/31-4/6: 88, back in Steamboat.<br />
With a race on the agenda for the weekend, I worked hard but still tried to keep the legs, relatively fresh. Hmmm. Not so much. Tuesday, I had a hill workout followed by a 4 Miles tempo @6:50s. Finally, outside. Thursday, I got on the treadmill for 7 Miles Steady at ~7:15.<br />
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After running easy on Saturday, the tune-up half was on the calendar. Adam and I drove to Denver and tried desperately to get into the race mindset. The race was around 5500 ft, ending at about 5300 and was on a running path, a little flat and rolling the entire way. It was hard, I was breathing, I wanted to quit in the middle miles, but crossing the finish line, I wasn't spent. It was an effort and I finished in 1:28 (my fastest at elevation) and I was content where my fitness lay. With in the field, I landed as the 12th woman. Just another step towards the big doozy!</div>
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Proceeding the race, I had only a steady state run on dock for Friday before the 20 Miler. I took the week relatively easy and ran my Steady @ 7:20s before getting dropped off 20 Miles up the course in Steamboat on Saturday. The goal was, 6 of the last miles sub-7 within the 20. I made it, but legs weren't recovered and there is a beast between 22-23 on the course that needs to be conquered. Now, I enter that foggy state of marathon training where my mileage climbs for a few more weeks. Consistency is my mantra right now; I have seen the good, bad and ugly. But better yet, I have been religious about stretching, foam roll and massage. Each workout building on the next.</div>
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Right now in Steamboat. BOOOOOPearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-79856170896464724632014-04-02T13:31:00.001-07:002014-04-02T13:31:54.980-07:00Con Gas in EuropeWYIRUN... all the more reason to drink sparkling water (agua con gas). The little things!<br />
Running bliss was running on the seashore every morning regardless of what country or town I was in.<br />
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Barcelona included market visits, a private bike tour by our one and only Margo Ford (stops at all of the historic sites), our own walking bouts to Park Guelle and Montjuic, a pick pocket incident, plenty of seafood, and being told countless times that Catalan is not Spanish.<br />
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For me, the market stands was like being a kid in a candy shop (Well, I guess I sort of was.) I could have spent hours scouring all of the pretty food items.</div>
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Spending time with these two and the goofy guy below was definitely a highlight to the entire vacation. World Wars did not ensue and besides a few tired break downs, these peeps can really make you laugh.<br />
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And for this, no words are needed. But I will use some anyway. Big a$$ vending machine.<br />
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As we plodded along to the top of Park Guell, hiking through treacherous terrain for the last 10 ft (kidding), Dad and I made it. Due to not buying tickets, we were limited to where we could go, but we didn't let that stop us. Boom, Barcelona in your face.<br />
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The intention of this park was to be divided into estates for the wealthy. Gaudi ended up designing one residential home on the park which was eventually given to the city.<br />
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And since, I still didn't get enough of these two, I have to show you more. This was my favorite lunch spot atop Montjuic looking over the city.<br />
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And although inconvenient, I forced everyone to visit the Olympic stadium, a highlight of mine. Each Olympics has its harrowing moments and here, Derek Redmond crossed the 400m finish line on one leg having endured a slew of trials and tribulations.<br />
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If this blog were to have a cover photo, this below water would be on it. Agua con gas was an integral part to the vacation's success and Catalan have their own version. Thank you Vichy.<br />
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We left Barcelona to travel to Cadaques on the Costa Brava of Spain... doesn't that just sound fantastic? Well, it was. We were told by a Catalan man before leaving town, that it is a magical place where you fall in love, or re-fall in love. Well, that's great because I was traveling with my parents and my sister and her boyfriend. They shared the love though! Nothing like triple hotel rooms.<br />
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The best dinner of the trip was here, Can Raffa (the house of Raffa, the standing man above). Being the only tourists in the town, as it was off-season, the restaurant was serving, well... themselves and us. We got to meet the whole family, who actually sat down to eat at the table next to us after serving us about 10 courses of food and liquor. Rafael was the dad and the founder of the restaurant, Rafel, his son was our server who just brought us out dish after dish. As his family came in and out of the restaurant, we met Rafel's Parisian girlfriend, Mauricia, his sister and his mom who baked and made all of the desserts from scratch. Yea, we are talking homemade banana chocolate, mint chocolate chip and vanilla ice cream with vanilla beans they had picked in Madagascar.<br />
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Right outside the town is where the famous artist, Salvador Dali resided. His house was filled with unusual items, like a stuffed Polar Bear.<br />
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And couches in the shape of big lips with Firelli logos behind it.<br />
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Olav (the blonde one in the above photos), Page's significant other and the zen to the trip has been studying Aqua Culture in Sete, France. His niche is oyster farming so low and behold we got to visit an oyster hatchery... these things were microscopic<br />
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We finally made it to Sete, France where Page had been living the past six months. She took me up the mountain in the center of the city and this is what I saw.<br />
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Her respite was in the metropolis of Montpelier, where she could watch movies in English. Gasp!<br />
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We sauntered past this guy.<br />
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And to end (on a pretty weird note), on the train back to Barcelona, a woman had her suitcase located next to her on the train where slowly unzipped the top portion and this is what I saw. A hamster cage. There is a first time for everything.<br />
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1/28: 1 Mile @ 6:45 sandwiched with faster intervals of 100,150, and 200m ending with 2 Miles at 6:45. As I am 'Marathon' training and a little far out right now, workouts have been uncomfortable but manageable.</div>
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2/4: Hill repeats via treadmill which a little harder to emulate but I made it happen.</div>
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2/6: Cutdown run, 7:10 by 10 seconds until 6:40. </div>
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2/11: A little one-sided pyramid action with 6:35 Mile, 1000@ 6:35, 800@ 6:30, 600@5:45 and 400@ 5:35. The last two intervals were harder since my treadmill won't go past 6 min/mile, so use the incline as a substitution. </div>
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Vacation is on the horizon.... ready, set, Vacate!</div>
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I like to pack my day chalk full. A full day makes me more productive and helps me achieve what I intend for the day while consistently making use of all my time. On the same token, I end the week in exhaustion. I have the desire to reign back, to feel 'productive' while taking a nap and to take time to relax while not constantly 'on-the-go.'<br />
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Working at boarding school is a vocation. You don't work 9-5 p.m. but are part of a greater program achieving greater goals for the school rather than just your own. You work nights in study halls, roaming campus and being available 24/7 via cell phone. There is a balance though and living on-campus with students, eating community dinners, and being part of the students lives helps the cause.<br />
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Thursday, January 23rd:<br />
4:25 a.m. Up and at 'em with no hesitation knowing that this is the time. I meander down to the school gym with my head lamp in hand. I complete a core routine, Spin Easy for 30 min. and then jump on the treadmill for my 8 Miles Easy.<br />
6:53 a.m. Stretch for second, but run over to the main building to grab the paperwork to check students in for breakfast.<br />
7:00 a.m. I get breakfast for myself as fast as possible so I don't have to speak to anyone with low blood sugar and only one student has made it in.<br />
7:30 a.m. The masses arrive trying to make check-in just before the clock strikes 7:30 a.m. They have all made it in the nick of time.<br />
7:45 a.m. I wrap up breakfast and head into the office. Oops. No shower.<br />
8:00 a.m. Run over to the gym and jump into the cramped shower on campus and quickly change into yesterday's outfit (it was easy. I even debated it for a 3rd day in a row, decided against that).<br />
8:15 a.m. To the grind I go. It's e-mails and loose ends in the morning. Phone calls, answering voicemails, setting up various events and getting our database all dialed down.<br />
11:50 a.m. It couldn't have come sooner, but lunch has arrived. The chef has a fabulous spread and I get a few slices of slow roasted pork on a colorful salad. Co-workers gather round the tables at the right of the dining hall and hash out the mornings events. We get cake to celebrate all of the January birthdays.<br />
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12:30 p.m. Back to the office. I am up and down and in and out all day long. The seniors give short presentations on their ventures to come in Tanzania and teach us about the religions and cultures in the country.<br />
3 p.m. I fade slowly. I get to make the decision. I either re-gain focus or sort of struggle for the rest of the day. The best days are when I can re-gain focus and get back at it, but we aren't all perfect.<br />
5 p.m. I change into my workout clothes which I have brought from home and walk over the gym for run #2 which is an easy 40 min. and finishes just in time to take some more effort to stretch and make it to community dinner.<br />
6 p.m. Thursdays are an all school community dinner where some of the students are servers and the chefs go above and beyond to create a cultural experience with food. The sushi platters among us are incredible.<br />
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Adam and I get to converse with two junior boys, a sophmore and senior girl as well as another teacher. It brings you back to the trials and tribulations of high school.<br />
6:45 p.m. Time to clean up. As the person on-duty, I have checked everyone in and ask our crew leader how I can have a hand in helping to clean the kitchen which happens every night with a different group of students.<br />
7:00 p.m. Study hall begins and I make sure everyone is present and then roam campus to check on the rest of the student body to ensure they are doing their homework.<br />
9:00 p.m. Back to the dorms go the students and I go back to my apartment. I quickly pack some snacks for the next day. Prepare my water bottle and clothes for the morning and hop into bed.<br />
9:15 a.m. Hopefully fast asleep cramming every last minute of a REM cycle I can until the alarm goes off.<br />
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Woohey. It's a long day. This is not everyday but pretty close, so it is no wonder that I like the weekend to nap, to nap a lot (and, like I said before, a lot of the schedule is my doing and effort to keep up running, which I don't intend on giving up). But with this schedule, I also need to be conscious of not forgetting to take some chances and not cling to my routine, which I so easily do. We do get vacations which help vary the timing of the calendar<span style="text-align: center;">. But here is to a week of a MountainFilm tour in town, Dancing with the Stars Steamboat, and continuing the skiing pattern!</span><br />
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1/26: Long Run, 14.5 Miles on the marathon route. The beauty of running the marathon in town is that I can train on the route. I started a little past the half way mark and ran the last three as a fast finish in 7:04 (uphill), 6:50, 6:47. After last week outside when the long run tore my legs apart, I was pleasantly surprised with the ease of this run.</div>
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I knew it snowed in Steamboat and winters were white and lasted a long time, but I also thought it sometimes stops snowing. As of right now, I am thinking it doesn't ( I am not complaining, because if it is going to snow, then let it snow).<br />
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Two days before vacation began, the full moon was out and the adrenaline was pumping. I pulled Adam from bed at 3:30 a.m. to hike up the Mountain at Steamboat Resort. The best way to ski... with no one.<br />
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I fell for some doggies over a weekend... I know, shocking, but the multiple walks pre-xmas through the snow were delightful.<br />
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Christmas in Casper was a success. Santa was very kind and here I am in my sleeping bag, also known as my new winter coat... Now, shorts to the gym are kosher.<br />
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From Casper to Jackson, we crossed paths with some cool dudes, Cait and Riley. The unexpected stop at the Hatchet below Togwotee pass was the most awesome post x-mas present.<br />
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And then I got to see her, Pagey-Poo! Post full day skiing (as an 11-year old) at the bar. Why not hang your tongue out.<br />
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Two nights on my cousins floor lead us to an awesome hockey game where his roommate (a college friend) fought his way to two victories.<br />
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The last morning in Jackson brought us some yummy Bunnery and an added visit from Page. We were sending a picture to mom since she was a little jealous that Dad got a pic first. Love you Mom<br />
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The rest of vacation was a low key New Years with powder skiing ( a day of skiing I actually loved) and jumping back on a Training schedule.. woo hoo. I have been loving it. Without total commitment to each decision, I have punted the NOLA Marathon or Half and decided perhaps on the June marathon in Steamboat (staying local) and... Snowshoe Races<br />
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3 Masters classes, one that was 2 hrs long and about 5,000 yds. With a coach, it is incredible how sport can grow on you. Each class has given me so much momentum in the pool.<br />
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Run: As of now, there has been 6x 800m, 3x 2 Mile and a 5 MIle Tempo all on the treadmill which I have slowly been able to warm up too. This always happens, I adapt and then I can't go back to roads. The mental strength and treacherous-ness of the treadmill will help on land... I keep telling myself.<br />
<br />Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-89254366344035998402013-12-12T08:03:00.000-08:002013-12-12T08:03:06.877-08:00There's a Big World Out ThereWYIRUN... Direct correlation of hard work and reaching specific goals.<br />
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So while I noted last time I was going to take some time off from the intensity of running and specific training, sticking to every workout, I ran into a little bloop. After the post, I ran one morning and felt, what was a twinge in my foot. My mentality, 'that's ok', I was going to take the week off anyway. Now, it has been a week and I haven't felt any pain in my foot, but still don't think I am ready to jump onto the wagon again. Here is where I am a little unsure of what is really going on. I ran short and easy on the treadmill yesterday and while there was no pain in my foot, something after told me I wasn't ready to get back into it yet. I don't know whether this foot thing is a mental excuse to take more time off running or if my instincts that something may transpire is real.<br />
I have had stress fractures before and they result in searing pain, this does not. There is no pain at all for that matter, just this uneasy feeling. My goal with resting it would be to prevent the searing pain and have it heal. I am hesitant to spend hundreds on an x-ray where it might not show and the consensus will be to take 4-6 wk off. Right now, I will try running easy and short again today and see how that goes. From there I will determine whether, I will not run until the week of Dec 23rd. or just do some easy running. Either way, I think I will finish out December easy and see what the new year has in store for me. If I get 70 more miles in this month, I will hit 3,000 for the year. Could be a reason for the burn out ;)<br />
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11/30: The 24 hr. Flu which knocked me out<br />
Week of 12/2: I dabbled in Spinning, Elliptical and Aqua Jogging workouts.<br />
12/7: Master's Swim Class: I was the only one there and Coach Jill rocked my swimming world. I have never felt as though I might throw up in a pool and WOAH was that a wake-up call. Her coaching tactic made me want to push harder and harder hitting the timeS she had allotted for me on each set.<br />
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Later, I frolicked in the Backcountry with Nikki, Adam H. and Adam and while I was not the steadiest on my skis, it was so fun to get out there and not worry about my long run.<br />
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And a handmade wreath from Mom for the school also helps.</div>
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And while I won't be chillin' with these super cool cats for the holidays, I will miss them just the same and get to see the one on the left for a hot second in Jackson... Thank goodness. This french goddess has finally returned.</div>
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For some reason, running a half marathon after my cousin's wedding seemed like a good idea. Until it was about 10 degrees and blowing a million mph and the race started 15 min. late. I was clearly not prepared for the frigidness of Birmingham, Alabama.<br />
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The race... well, I struggled starting at Mile 4; did I go out too fast?? Not really, because I ran a negative split. I used a the 2nd placed to girl to reel myself in and it was the little motivation I had to finish strong. My legs were stiff starting off and finally warmed up, but running up and down steep hills winding through neighborhoods into head on winds, I was not impressed with what I thought was going to be a flat, fast course. Oh well. Mom and dad were to cheer me on, which is always the best. Dad and Carter even duked it out in the 5k. I finished in a 1:28, slower than I anticipated and 2nd Female.<br />
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I have heard you can burn out on running. I didn't think this was possible and still have trouble accepting that this is what I might be facing at this moment. And I think the reality for me is, it is not burn out from running and I am not in an ' I hate running' phase, but I am in a place where the thought of training hard through the winter is daunting. What?!? Between the pressure I put on myself and the fatigue in my legs, I am just not sure I can cut without a serious mental turn around.<br />
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The plan was the to run a target marathon in New Orleans on Feb. 2nd. That gives me two months to go ALL-IN! Right now, after racing last weekend, I just can't go all in. I still love to run, I love to breathe hard, but I need some time. Some time enjoy the early mornings, some time to not go to bed anxious about the workout to come and what surface will be available to run on or where I will most likely hit my paces. So for a few weeks, I am going to run, not worried about my pace, no tempos, no intervals and no hill repeats.<br />
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Looking forward since I love goals; I might still go down to New Orleans and visit my sister and perhaps run the half and then target a marathon in June, either in town or elsewhere. But as I had anticipated before, I was making this marathon the 3hr or bust one... and I am not anymore. I am not there yet and I will keep working hard to get there, but I don't need the pressure to run faster than I can, we know that always ends badly. So here I go, on little less intense journey, for now and hopefully the flames will reignite. And for goodness sake, I will in Steamboat now, skiing for fun won't kill me. Will it?<br />
Edited to Add: After talking to Coach Jeff, I am still taking a few week off from intense running and running when I want and listening to a book while aqua jogging when I want. By the end of December we will see where my head os and gauge from there in regards to a marathon.<br />
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Logically I understand the physiological effects of being sick or tired and how it will dictate my hard workouts. I can verbally tell someone why a body would not perform as well and can externally acknowledge what's going on. Internally, I have failed and just can't seem to process the evidence through my itty bitty brain.<br />
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11/12: Michigan W/o: 2/u, 2 Miles Tempo, 1 Mile 5k, 2 Miles Tempo or MP, 800 5k, 2 Miles Tempo or MP, 400 as fast you can. While I was not spot on during this workout, I do have to give myself some slack as the only time for me to run hard or long, is at 4:30 a.m. with freezing temperatures and in the pitch black dark slipping and sliding. This does not make things easier on me.<br />
11/13: Easy 8 Miles, p.m. Swim which was delightful with dinner at home instead of school!<br />
11/14: A short steady, just getting the legs moving. I finished this, but fell ill later.<br />
11/15: 8 Miles Easy and 4 Miles Easy<br />
11/16: On Duty at school, so early morning 12 Miles and Bike<br />
11/17: Skiing, Classic the 1A and 1B Loop on Rabbit Ears pass then lots of TV<br />
11/19: Last w/o, 3 w/u, 2 x 1 Miles @5k and 2 x400 (Fast), 2c/d<br />
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Last week I came down with the most horrendous cold, sore throat, achey body, stuffed nose (where breathing wasn't allowed). I went as far to wake up Friday morning, start my core routine and then knock some sense into myself, wondering what the heck I was doing. I sheepishly climbed back into bed to fall asleep until 6:30. Glorious, right? Until you start feeling the residual mental effects of no working out the morning, wondering if you will be able to get any exercise in during the day, feeling slow and sluggish, wishing you had just carried through with the workout. I was able to quickly pull myself from these thoughts, knowing, nothing would come from this if I did not recover or get better. I made the executive decision not to move a muscle the rest of the day knowing full well that this would only enhance my fitness and then spent the rest of the day convincing myself of this. I did have an easier time relaxing and once I embraced no exercise, I really couldn't move. For the first time in a long while, it didn't matter that the apt. was messy, watching episode after episode of something was appealing, there was no guilt as I lay there helplessly on the couch doing nothing. Isn the end, I think my body finally got the message across. SLOW DOWN.<br />
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Another logical note: Consistency is key and thus far, I have been banging out these workout (whether I hit them or not) week after week and I think this a vital factor to gaining fitness. This morning, when I jumped on the treadmill (doom and gloom already) for my last workout before the Half this weekend and I begun my mile repeats at the appropriate pace and couldn't hit all of them exactly, I was frustrated, which is ok. But from there, I need to understand the previous factors to make sense of my run! Each workout is an absolute learning lesson and while it might hammer in the same lesson, according to this article the hammer method works (#2 and #3). <a href="http://on.wsj.com/16B9Gr9" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" target="_blank">http://on.wsj.com/16B9Gr9</a><br />
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We hear it all of the time, you won't gain fitness if you don't recover, you need sleep to be your strongest, your muscles need to rebuild themselves.... My rebuttals are, 'I am not working that hard' or 'other people are working harder than me so I don't need time off' or 'my easy days are like doing nothing.' At some point, I need to stop the debate and succeed to the pleads. I will consider Friday a success and a day I need to replicate more often to be the strongest I can be.<br />
As said by <a href="http://www.lifeofanathlete.us/#/lifestyle-matters/4569535652">"Life as an Athlete" John Underwood</a> about sleep.<br />
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to 5 hrs. traveling via car, plane and bus and then 4 hrs. in Denver traffic over two snowy, icy passes and my first words in the door, "I want a long coat, one to hit the ground."( CHRISTMAS PRESENT, hint hint ?!?) No, 'hey love' or 'good to see you,' my thoughts were on the amount of degrees it had dropped since I left and amount of inches of snow that had accumulated on the ground. Harumph.</div>
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<span class="s1">11/5: 3x3 Mile @ 6:40. Anticipation plagued me again, but I beat it and it feels so right! Mile by mile, I ticked them off circling a flat-ish lake in Reno, NV. It was about a mile radius and fulfilled my running desires. Some tell me about all of these intricate trails I should see and all I want is a flat, asphalt repetitive loop. Nothing like putting in the work before a flight to sit back and relax. There were times where I wanted to stop but I wanted to hit this so bad. I was due for a good one and knew I had it in me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">11/7: The snow was accumulating and has since melted off. I hopped on a treadmill for a steady run; one just tire out the legs before the long run. I thought I could manage a 6:40-7:20 on the machine because these paces outside are awesome. But, noooo... the dang treadmill feels like I am running 5:00 min/mile pace and uphill the whole time. I am determined to get to the bottom of this. I feel as though my treadmill is inclined and the pace is off, but after 'google,' it could be a whole slew of reasons. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">11/9: 16 Miles with 10-15 at Tempo. I ran out the Hwy for some flatter ground and tried to stick to it, but it was hard. I managed to feel good about the effort and ended up participating in my first weight lifting session ever with another couple on campus. My arms don't know about this. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I have been reading <a href="http://velopress.com/books/run/"><span class="s2">RUN</span></a> which has gotten me thinking a lot about the mental side of the sport, which plays a large role. There are ways to 'train your brain' which I have been using as a mantra as I dig deeper in some of the intervals that I have been doing. It is definitely helpful to repeat a phrase as you push harder and 'training the brain' is just what you are doing. One piece of the mental side where I struggle is, the focus. I let my mind wander which decreases my effort level as I am not concentrating on engaging the full body. I notice paces are faster and perhaps less perceived effort when I am zoned in on each stride. This may be a factor which separates elites from those working our way up the ladder. Their mind-body connection enforces the perpetual motion and tolerates complete focus which in turn allows them to train through the brain inhibitors. </span></div>
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In my mind, everything running is a metaphor for life and this is no different. In a race, you get tired and feel like there is nothing left and have convinced yourself that this is true. But wait, you see the finish line and voila, the legs turn over, speed increases and thoughts of not having energy left dissipate into the dust left behind you. As my week endures, I have added tasks of 'on-duty'<br />
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Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-31453292083025495832013-11-02T15:05:00.001-07:002013-11-02T15:05:03.441-07:00Mom Missed MeLooking back at my last post, it is as though years have passed and the clock has for sure, not stopped ticking. My mom told me this morning she missed posts, which, while I have had a post ruminating, was the exact pressure I needed to get this baby up. And from here, I would like re- prioritize my to-do list and someway fit this little form of relief and expression on there.<br />
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Which is probably one of the reasons I haven't gotten a blog up. Anticipation has been plaguing me, to the point of paralyzation which comes from the fear of failing. After such a long hiatus, will the blog be what I want? Will I hit paces on this workout, it seems so hard? How will I stay up for dorm duty or continue to duty through the weekend, will I still want wake up early and continue with my routine?</div>
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What I am telling myself... 'Pearson, your blog may stink, you may not hit paces, you may be tired, but you have to try and re-asses after you have written SOMETHING, once you start running, and in the morning .' Let's just say, easier said than done.<br />
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After taking Iron for the past month or so, the energy levels are on the up.<br />
Down at sea level for my wedding I was able to get in a few workouts:<br />
7x1 Mile at 6:20-30<br />
2x3 Mile @ 6:40-45.<br />
I came back to Steamboat and did a few more workouts after a week of nausea from the iron. I have been able to get in:<br />
18 Miles with surges of 6:35<br />
2 Mile @7, 1 Mile @ 6:15, 2 @7, 800 @sub-3 and then a mile @7 and a 400.<br />
6 x 1 Mile at 6:10.<br />
I ran the Denver Half Marathon in 1:29 which was okay, although I did not feel totally on top of it and was much hillier than I expected. I am going to to go down to Alabama for a wedding and run at sea level one more time, so stay tuned for that half. I am sort of ready to really prove my fitness and all of the hard work.<br />
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I hadn't raced in a while and was thankful to get the rust off and rid of another point of anticipation.<br />
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Working on running, working on the job; it seems never-ending. I have been traveling, the front range in CO, TX, Vegas and Tahoe, Thanksgiving is going to be welcome! While in the Sin City, the sins I have committed are turning on air conditioning extra high and taking wayyyy too much food at the complimentary breakfast. Talk about living it up... right here!<br />
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Not going to lie, running has been hard lately, my iron is low, my body tired and mind overwhelmed. I am going to forgo the workout overview and move right on to pictures of my past three weeks.<br />
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Having had no hand in my wedding planning, the week prior was a good dose as to what brides feel leading up to their wedding day, but then friends and family arrived in the Adirondacks, Keene Valley, and we rehearsed.<br />
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Returning to Boston, I was able to see some schools in the area for The Lowell Whiteman School and attended a secondary school placement fair.<br />
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Together Again...</div>
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And from here, I kept my promise to stay until the end of the after party (although Charles may disagree) and the same day, I fought back exhaustion and made it to Steamboat Springs and am back to reality.<br />
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“I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.” Dr. Seuss</h1>
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WYIRUN... to keep me sane through some trying moments.</div>
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Lately, there has been a lot of grinding work to get done before the school year and wedding, but I am almost there. Each day varies slightly, but sometimes not much (How I like it!)<br />
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4:40 a.m.: The awful tune which is probably the standard one on the iPhone rips through the room. I am either jolted or ready to jump out of bed. I take the phone, grab my run clothes, and tip toe out of the room so as not wake Mr. Sleepy.<br />
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4:50 a.m.: I go to the bathroom, drink some water and usually start a strengthening routine, either Hips, Core or Dynamic Core. On hard workout days, I grab a banana for some pre-workout fuel and dash straight to the track or wherever my workout will be.<br />
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5:15 (or earlier) a.m: I finish up and gather my belongings to hop in the car and drive downtown to run on flatter ground or now, to avoid the scary, dark woods and get some street light action.<br />
5:20-30 a.m.: I start my run, which typically is about 8 Miles and I usually run for about 1:15ish to make it closer to 9 to run on a an even time. I stretch at my car and hold each move for about 45 seconds ( I am pretty religious about this). My latest and greatest workout was, 2w/u, 2 Miles@6:20s, then 12x400@1:30s with 60 sec rest and 2 Miles at 6:30s. It was a doozy but I was hopped up on endorphins for the rest of the morning.<br />
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6:45 a.m.: Lately, on Mondays and Fridays, I have been hopping in the pool for a quick swim workout after running, 30-35 min. and about 1800m but sometimes I go straight back up to the school to fit in a Abs or HIIT routine workout (it's wedding time). I try to swim, shower and get in my car by 7:30 to drive back home.<br />
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7:45 a.m.: I say bye to Adam and eat my breakfast while reading the current book I am enthralled in. My breakfast changes almost everyday except toast, PB and Jelly on workout days. I give myself a time I want to eat before and if there is time, I might add in another Ab/Core routine. I pack for the day, snacks, and maybe cycling or swimming wear depending what I want to do after work.<br />
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8:00 a.m.: I shower and dress in T-minus about 5 min. and then bike, walk or drive down the road to the main building.<br />
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8-9 a.m.: Summer hours are 9 a.m. for work and school hours are 8 a.m. so my time is crunched as school starts up (earlier wake up call?)<br />
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I love the morning at work and work diligently. Right now, it's travel plans as all of my admissions work from the summer, enrolling students is semi-<span style="text-align: center;">halted and recruitment starts. </span><br />
12 p.m.: The school, Chef Andy serves an incredible lunch, typically I have a salad with lots of veggies and a protein and maybe dairy depending on the day.<br />
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12:30-1 p.m.: I am back to work and start struggling around 3-ish as the my motivation level exponentially declines, but I have been truckin' along.<br />
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1-4 p.m.: I leave work between 4-5 p.m. and usually self motivate to hop on the bike, run again or go swimming.<br />
6 p.m.: After the crazy day, I have time to prep some dinner which is usually pre-planned and can be anything from Turkey burgers and corn salad (last night) to Grits and shrimp or my favorite go-to, Taco Salad. Soon, there are dinners down at the school and we can minus prep for dinner from the schedule.<br />
7 p.m: This is Relax, Read, clean-up, prep for next day<br />
8p.m.: I get into bed and try to read usually dozing off after a few pages!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just because...<br /><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Next time I write, I will be married!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliI1T2eC61X8ToFPuzIYYhyCUsgfmICg_MweuZ8wlSirA5XP-hPfGoaQ81Eh82l5sNUOLp6brccgKgR2bWcPOaZHMU-AIg-phK2FEPqFyMlLZ4e6FihkIp0-UKudavt9c08YL05E75Ck/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliI1T2eC61X8ToFPuzIYYhyCUsgfmICg_MweuZ8wlSirA5XP-hPfGoaQ81Eh82l5sNUOLp6brccgKgR2bWcPOaZHMU-AIg-phK2FEPqFyMlLZ4e6FihkIp0-UKudavt9c08YL05E75Ck/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-53693542965745455512013-08-20T08:39:00.000-07:002013-08-20T08:39:05.634-07:00Don't Forget about MeWYIRUN: Quote from <a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/">HungryRunnerGirl</a>, and semi- true for me. "<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">Rest days= I get bugged by things. Running days= I am the most easy going person in the world and nothing bothers me:)" (not sure about NOTHING)</span><br />
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7/31: 8 Miles and Cycle<br />
8/1: 3x 2 Miles @ 6:45-50. Looking back on my commentary of this workout, I was satisfied with the effort and was disappointed in the way I executed each mile, a.k.a started to the mile too fast and would slow down purposefully to hit paces... not evenly paced.<br />
8/2: 8 Miles a.m.-- SLOWEST run ever. I ran the hills near LWS with my newly broken ipod. (Sidenote: I ordered a used one for $20 the day this happened and it doesn't work either and the seller said it was just for parts. Now I have two broken ipods, both in purple). 4 Mile p.m.<br />
8/3: 14 Miles in Lander, finally some flat ground with the first 6 Miles with the bride-to-be and Katie.<br />
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8/15: Ride and Breakfast with some beauties<br />
I am continuing on this post as it was half written but am following up with a Special Post, featuring A Day in Life of... ME... as a little insider's peek into what I have been up too. Namely Run, Work, Eat, Work, Swim, Work, Bike, Work... and Sleep!<br />
Workouts of Note:<br />
Through a sickness week of 8/5, I managed Hill Repeats on our treacherous hill which included a 30 sec. burst to a jog down, 75 sec. burst to walk down (Repeat 8 Times). Later in the week, for some turnover, I sprinted some 150m (8 Times) and ended the week with a glorious 18 Miles @7:40... not shabby for a late run on the Steamboat Hills. My 'rest' Included a time trial ride of the triathlon course which was grunt work, but helpful.<br />
Keep posted for my, oh so interesting, day in the life post!! Coming soon.Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-36402245275252844172013-08-01T14:47:00.000-07:002013-08-01T14:47:35.018-07:00Triath-Bride-to-beWYIRUN... owning the roads (at 3 a.m. before a flight)<br />
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<b>7/18</b>: I made the move and I decided to test the waters on the real road for a tempo run. I had 5 Miles between 6:50-7 and conjured up a route with only one hill per mile to make it the least stressful as possible at 7500 ft. I definitely pushed the inclines but proved to myself that I can take them on. I don't think this will happen each hard workout but a confidence booster knowing that it's in me.<br />
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<b>7/21</b>: Steamboat Lake Sprint Triathlon: A good first time triathlon experience in a while. I have competed before but was definitely rusty in all my tricks to the trade (not sure I have any). I just went for it and that went well in the swim, not so much in the wet suit stripping-- my worst nightmare. I mounted my bike in the most awkward way possible and was off trying to somehow gauge how fast to go and how hard to push, never found a gauge. I did have an older male as part of a team tell me, "to dig my heels in." I don't know what the even means, but I do know I was racing, breathing hard and did not give a sh**. The run portion crested a very steep hill then onto trail. With wave starts, I didn't know how hard to push since I was surrounded by all males, so I kept trying to catch the next. I ran well against the other females but am one of those who thrives off the physical competition so it was hard to race myself when I have no realm of what my times should be. All of this mental angst put me as the 6th woman and first in 25-29 age group. I am happy to say the top females are all over 30.... I got time baby!<br />
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<b>7/23</b>: My first hill workout, but not really, since all I do is climb hills. But this one was specific and heart-beating-out-of-my-chest hard. I chose a rather steep one in town, close to the track to run a 4 Mile tempo proceeding the sprints. For some reason, I liked the pain.<br />
<b>7/26</b>: Some sea level was at my fingertips and although I landed at 2:45 a.m. in Boston, I managed a Steady run between 7-7:25 preceding my 16 Miler the next day.<br />
<b>7/27</b>: 16 Miles with last 3M at sub 7 min/mile. I made the mistake of hanging with dad too long (not the mistake) and starting a little later. The humidity and heat just killed me and as I circled the reservoir at the end, I was on the verge of some heat stroke (maybe an exaggeration).<br />
<b>7/30: </b>Having just returned from the level of seas, I was crossing my fingers for the Vo2 Max workout. I It was a pyramid of sorts, starting with the Mile down to the 400m. I hit the first few longer distances and fell off the shorter. I guess my legs just struggle to turnover. Bahhhhh!! But I was ok, I kept a perspective.<br />
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Amidst mayhem, excitement, exhaustion, laughter, and stress, I have stopped in to pop the can of emotions. There is mayhem of my own wedding, attending other weddings, and school gearing up. On the same token, the excitement extends from the prospect of my own wedding, seeing my family, and love from my friends and family.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Attention is on me... Bride-to-be shower</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">With three sisters and my mom all trying to shop for me and registering for wedding items, we had tears welling in our eyes from hysterics! </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The stress is that I put on myself from a workout to being on time, perspective seems to be the cure (or hysterically cry until I can't anymore). Either/or</span>Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-84842848406240648722013-07-18T08:30:00.001-07:002013-07-18T08:30:08.970-07:00Are we Alive?WYIRUN... the euphoria of ease at the end of a long run.<br />
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Workouts:<br />7/10: Adam and I continued the trend of cycling in the morning, while I had a bit of down week running. For the first time in a while, I dabbled in intervals and boy did they burn. Since I have entered my first triathlon in a long while this coming weekend, I have to remember the burn and try to figure out how to change shoes quickly.<br />
7/11: Run and Swim<br />
7/12: I ran and rode again for the 3rd time in a week, not sure what's happening.<br />
7/13: I woke up to the longest run for me since the marathon. I ran downtown and with the cloud covered skies and felt strong the entire time. It feels like it's been a while since I have been able to say that. I got in the 18 Miles in 2:20 and headed straight into the Yampa.<br />
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7/13: We planned to go riding with a co-worker and her boyfriend but the Tour de France kept us waiting and waiting. Finally, in a bit of a time crunch for my co-worker, we took off, not intending to ride a while. Turns out her boyfriend was continuing on. My co-worker turned around and Adam and I were left to the decision to embark on a mountainous 60+ mile ride, ill-equipped. Guess what we chose? Yep, we kept going. I definitely was the stand alone straggler in the back, but appreciated the extra long ride even though we hadn't intended too.<br />
7/14: Run and some work on a transition with a flat-tired bike. This little mini transition which included a short bike and my 4 MIle afternoon run showed how ruthless I am about not changing my plans. Even though my back bike tire was visibly flat, I ventured out on the road--- Brains, Pearson, Brains<br />
7/15: I started some workouts today and started with a short 3 Mile tempo at 7 min/mile followed by some 4x2 minute at 5:30-6 to feel some turnover on fatigued legs. I ran this on the track but am determined to make more of effort to hit my tempos on the hills of this town.<br />
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Weekly Ramblings...<br />
The shock of the cold water. The pain of the last mile of 18. Biking in the 5 a.m. morning air descending from LWS. The burn trying to keep up with two big strong men on a bicycle ride. The inevitable sad feeling of being removed from comfort. The tears of stress (and not being able to name it). All of these emotions ensure that we are, indeed alive. As we continue to adjust, move, live and learn, Adam and I face the exciting new moments and then crash into the lower (we are new here and not in our comfort zone) moments.<br />
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While these ones aren't as fun, they definitely make the river jumping, Tour de France like rides up the most gorgeous canyons worth it. It is hard not to think, " Have we made the right decision?" It is easy to get dragged down when social endeavors, relaxing, life-living doesn't come easy. But like running, not every run is glorious, you can't always hit paces, but when you do, you feel alive, full of life and ready to conquer. Appreciating the small things, coping with experience, good and bad, maneuvering throughout a new town and new life is stressful, but we can release that anxiety just as well as we can harbor it.<br />
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I got an e-mail from my childhood friend and when I asked how she was, she replied. "<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Im good - kind of grumpy this week! Haha just going with the grumpy flow and embracing it." </span>While I can fly high after hitting a workout or conquering a ride, you have to come down some time and what better way to cope than to embrace it and know that we will continue work up, ready to fly high again.<br />
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<br />Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-6003706304169047152013-07-09T09:02:00.002-07:002013-07-09T09:02:44.356-07:00Humbled and BumbledWYIRUN... variability. You can't run your best every time. You can walk away humbled.<br />
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6/18: 4 x 1.5 Miles @ 6:49-55<br />
6/20: Woke up in Honeyville, UT at the Crystal Hot Springs where we spent the night on the way to Sun Valley and found FLAT road. It was a luxurious cutdown run, descending 10 sec each mile starting at 7:15.<br />
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Mountain biking to dancing to a dip in the river. We spent a long weekend in Sun Valley to witness Riley and Cait exchange vows.<br />
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*With this said, I am still getting married. I know there hasn't been much talk here. With an interior designer for a mother, my control has been taken and my lack of commentary is correlated to my lack knowledge. That's not to say, I CAN'T WAIT!!<br />
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Upon our arrival back from Sun Valley, I spent the next three days moving. Throughout the move, exhaustion continued and tears ensued. The heavy lifting and staying up late was leading to my demise. The one-bedroom studio and kitchenette did not help the situation, but we are making it work even if it does entail me trailing Adam picking up everything he leaves in his path.<br />
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Before my complete demise, I managed to stay awake for the 4.5 hours to Lander where I got to spend the 4th in familiar territory and with friends I dearly miss. The nostalgia hit me like a ton of bricks driving into town on Main st.. I woke up early on the 4th to finally capture the victory at the Lander Half (with my slowest time in 5 years--<i>had to say it) </i>to then watch the spectacle of all parades.<br />
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I made it back to Steamboat for the weekend, where we finished off the week watching Sam Bush perform some bluegrass at the free concert series only to crash head first into my 5ft high bed.<br />
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<br />Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-1198982717243046892013-06-25T14:29:00.001-07:002013-06-25T14:29:22.764-07:00Forget the HurtWYIRUN... the varying elements that change the sport entirely<br />
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6/19: 8 Miles, Cycle<br />
6/20: 8 Miles a.m. and 4 Miles p.m.<br />
6/21: 6 Miles<br />
6/22: Howelson 8 Miler<br />
I climbed and I climbed and I climbed. With an expectation of running uphill for 4 miles and downhill for an equal amount of time, I was wrong. We climbed for 5 miles and 1000 ft which caused shin tightness, tingling left foot and the verge of tears until gravity took hold and the last three miles I felt the wind in my face. I crossed the finish line as the 4th woman and some trashed legs.<br />
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Honestly, I debated signing up for this race for a long time. Not because it wouldn't be conducive to my schedule or I had alternative plans. It was all because I set these expectations for myself and lately, have gotten so mentally anxious that I won't meet them and know how my attitude can shift when I don't meet them, it seems easier to avoid the races all together. At the last minute, I came to my senses; while I am not the strongest trail runner, running them will only make me stronger and one day maybe I can change my focus to this! I successfully battled any demons post race and was complacent with my performance. </div>
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From the Steamboat trails to the Curt Gowdy trails where Adam crushed his first Xterra Off-road triathlon with a treacherous mountain bike leg. </div>
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While I sometimes get nervous at the idea of spectating, afraid of the envy that might set in, wanting to race, this looked brutal and not a muscle in my body wished I was out there. With that said, congratulations to all of the athletes who took this challenge. Maybe one day....</div>
<br />Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627816464670021414.post-77728853999942352372013-06-20T08:59:00.001-07:002013-06-20T08:59:07.494-07:00Swinging around the 'BoatSomeone in this big wide world of web tell me if I should venture on to the trails this weekend and enter an uphill/downhill race that will hurt like heck and tear me up??<br />
WYIRUN... so many different types of running. I guarantee you, running a grade of 18% is a different hurt then pushing the 6 min pace.<br />
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Workout:<br />
6/12: 8 Miles and Cycling<br />
6/13: Tempo w/ 6 @ 7 min. Swim and Mtn. Bike (sort of)<br />
6/14: 8 Miles a.m. and 4 Miles p.m. Easy Swim<br />
6/15: 14 Miles a hair cut and Mustang Roundup.<br />
In search of an open water practice swim, Adam and I ventured to Stagecoach reservoir where some boats populated the open waters. We therein found a cove. After basking in some rays, we finally made the move, Adam into his stuffed sausage suit and me sleekly into my ever so flattering wet suit. Off we went, trying to spot, defying the cold and praying there were no sharks.<br />
6/16: Sunday was supposed to be the day of fun activities sans running. There were some clouds, Kristin and I had plans to go up Emerald Mountain on our bikes and Adam was off to a baseball game. 25 min into the ride, the incessant spinning motion occurred and my chain had broken. I coasted my way down the mountain, pouted to the 'fix it' department, had a new one put on and eagerly started back up the mountain alone. Once I had penalized my body enough, I started downhill where I consequently flipped my bike over my head only for it to land on me.<br />
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Needless to say, I had had enough of this bike thing for the day.<br />
6/17: 8 Miles and 4 Miles. I finally made it to my first Master's swim class and boy does the swimming go by faster when you get to learn all these fancy drills which take more concentration than deciding between one more 100 or 200<br />
6/18: The workout planned is one that has shown up on the schedule before and I haven't decided whether I like it or not. The pro, is that I hit it every time I have done it and it works different systems than I am used too. It consists of a warm up, 1tempo mile, some 150s, 100s, and 200s followed by 2 tempo miles and cool down. Running the 6:30 range has slowly become more comfortable as I have acclimated.<br />
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Flyer gazing has been leading me to community events in Steamboat...<br />
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After taking a book from my mom before my trek back to CO in May, I noticed that it was the Steamboat Springs Library Book club book for the month. A fun read, I joined the club whom generationally surpassed me, but sparked engaging conversation and perspective which I would not have otherwise noticed. Considering what I thought was simply going to be my plane read turned into another door open.<br />
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"Adam, the Art Depot has swing dancing lessons tonight" I yelled out the door to our only dining area as they polyurethane every floor in the house we are occupying. There we had it, I stayed up past 7 p.m. to mimic (try our best) Holly and Matt in the few simple moves they taught us. As Adam and I continued to work on these steps, some older folks were way more versed in their skill sets and Adam and I looked like the drowning few amongst professional swimmers! And we thought running was hard...<br />
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Now, one of you running Gods let me know if I should run on Saturday?Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14549419676620724647noreply@blogger.com3