I definitely paid for it during and after, but I ran my first 10K last week. It was my first Fifth Third River Bank Run, but I still haven't decided if it will be my last.
That run really hurt.
I know ... I whine a lot. But I was limping that afternoon. It didn't help that I had to work that night so after running 6.2 miles and walking another 3, I sat at a desk for 8 hours. Talk about tight legs.
Showing posts with label Sweatin' the miles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweatin' the miles. Show all posts
Monday, May 21, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
26:45
One race done, one more week and one more to go.
My quest to try out a few new races, push myself and drop my times took its first step today when I ran in my first Tulip Time 5K. It was fun because for the first time, my mother and friend Angie came out to cheer me on. My other races were always out of town so I haven't had a cheering section before.
The good I hit a great stride early on, found a pace runner to keep up with and felt like I did a good job maintaining my pace. The end hurt but isn't it supposed to when you push yourself?
My quest to try out a few new races, push myself and drop my times took its first step today when I ran in my first Tulip Time 5K. It was fun because for the first time, my mother and friend Angie came out to cheer me on. My other races were always out of town so I haven't had a cheering section before.
The good I hit a great stride early on, found a pace runner to keep up with and felt like I did a good job maintaining my pace. The end hurt but isn't it supposed to when you push yourself?
Monday, April 16, 2012
One mile to go — can I make it?
Why is it goals always seem so much easier to reach when you are setting them and further out of reach when you actually try to beat them?
Ever since I ran my first 5K race two years ago and didn't keel over and die, I wanted to see what other distances and races I could try. This year, I set a goal to run the Fifth Third Riverbank 10K on May 12. While I am still aiming for that finish line, building my endurance to handle 6.2 miles is a little more painful than I originally thought it would be.
As of this week, I have five consistent miles under my belt, but my body seems to hate me when I'm done. Ever since high school swimming and water polo beat me up a little more than it should have, pain has become a constant for me when I work out or am active. But I seemed to build up my strength and core muscles to decrease the aches and swelling. But new distances bring new pain. Two days after my long run, my knees and hips are still mad at me and some serious stiffness sets in if I sit too long. Stretching be damned!
Earlier in my training, I was having trouble with dehydration and getting sick after my runs. I bought a water bottle belt and have slowed down my pace, which seems to be helping those issues. But the post-run body rebellion is a whole other battle. Although I am stubborn enough to keep training -- I already signed up for the race so I can't back out now, right? -- I really hope I don't fall apart somewhere around mile 5.
Ever since I ran my first 5K race two years ago and didn't keel over and die, I wanted to see what other distances and races I could try. This year, I set a goal to run the Fifth Third Riverbank 10K on May 12. While I am still aiming for that finish line, building my endurance to handle 6.2 miles is a little more painful than I originally thought it would be.
As of this week, I have five consistent miles under my belt, but my body seems to hate me when I'm done. Ever since high school swimming and water polo beat me up a little more than it should have, pain has become a constant for me when I work out or am active. But I seemed to build up my strength and core muscles to decrease the aches and swelling. But new distances bring new pain. Two days after my long run, my knees and hips are still mad at me and some serious stiffness sets in if I sit too long. Stretching be damned!
Earlier in my training, I was having trouble with dehydration and getting sick after my runs. I bought a water bottle belt and have slowed down my pace, which seems to be helping those issues. But the post-run body rebellion is a whole other battle. Although I am stubborn enough to keep training -- I already signed up for the race so I can't back out now, right? -- I really hope I don't fall apart somewhere around mile 5.
Monday, March 5, 2012
So messy this can't not be awesome
I know everyone will be shocked by this, but leave it to me to make my own goals more complicated. I've written two posts so far about crossing a 10K run off this year's bucket list and how I was aiming at running the 5/3 River Bank Run this summer.
The minute I told the world I was going to start training for a 10K, my body said "Oh, no you're not." Since December, I have battled two colds in six weeks and pulled a muscle in my side that knocked me down to only 5 minutes of running before I collapsed in pain.
It took two months, but I finally kicked the stubborn cold symptoms (knock on wood) and my side is finally starting to feel better. I don't know about anybody else, but the minute I stop running, my stamina regresses and pretty much have to start from scratch in building back my endurance. I'm back up to 20-25 minutes. Yay me!
The minute I told the world I was going to start training for a 10K, my body said "Oh, no you're not." Since December, I have battled two colds in six weeks and pulled a muscle in my side that knocked me down to only 5 minutes of running before I collapsed in pain.
It took two months, but I finally kicked the stubborn cold symptoms (knock on wood) and my side is finally starting to feel better. I don't know about anybody else, but the minute I stop running, my stamina regresses and pretty much have to start from scratch in building back my endurance. I'm back up to 20-25 minutes. Yay me!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Fighting the winter blues
Today, the first snow flakes fell on Holland. And with it, so did my spirits.
While I love the summers in Michigan spent outside in the beautiful weather and post card pretty beaches, I am not a fan of the other five to six months of the year. The time of year when the temperature plummets, the skies turn gloomy grey and the snow starts to fall. It's almost like Mother Nature punishes us — if we want perfect summers, we have to pay for it by suffering half the year. While some residents might get excited for a winter full of hunting, cross country skiing and snow blowing the driveway, all I want to do is stay in bed in my sweats.
I know I shouldn't whine so much — it's Michigan, it snows, I should be used to it by now. But I'm not. I'm stubborn that way.
But what I really don't like about the cold season is I lose my motivation to exercise. When my spirits drop, so does that peppy spirit to jump out of bed and hit the gym. My gloomy, Eeyore persona bleeds over into other aspects of my life — I get down on myself for what I eat and how I look in that bulky sweater.
While I love the summers in Michigan spent outside in the beautiful weather and post card pretty beaches, I am not a fan of the other five to six months of the year. The time of year when the temperature plummets, the skies turn gloomy grey and the snow starts to fall. It's almost like Mother Nature punishes us — if we want perfect summers, we have to pay for it by suffering half the year. While some residents might get excited for a winter full of hunting, cross country skiing and snow blowing the driveway, all I want to do is stay in bed in my sweats.
I know I shouldn't whine so much — it's Michigan, it snows, I should be used to it by now. But I'm not. I'm stubborn that way.
But what I really don't like about the cold season is I lose my motivation to exercise. When my spirits drop, so does that peppy spirit to jump out of bed and hit the gym. My gloomy, Eeyore persona bleeds over into other aspects of my life — I get down on myself for what I eat and how I look in that bulky sweater.
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