Or more over the course of this month!
Wow, pretty soon I'm going to be Forrest Gumping all over the place, at this rate.
I want to get this writing over with quick, the sun is out shining and I have a Sunday drive to attend to.
Today was my long run Sunday. 9K. I didnt wear my headphones until the last lap when my knees were achy and I wanted any kind of distraction. What else was different. The first three laps were easy. I got to hear the sound of the tide rushing out under the bridge, and the swans honking away in the bay. Also the screaming children...
I got really salty on my cheeks and forehead! When I was wiping sweat off, it kind of stung...that actually made me feel really good, fucking tough...or something...
I said hello to every person who met my eyes as I passed. One old guy told me I was making everybody look bad. Thanks guy! Only four people wouldn't look up to say hello.
I got a little excited on my third lap, I thought I might actually run the nine in under one hour.
I ended up starting at 10:30, and finishing at 11:41, which is still pretty awesome to me.
I got an ache above my right hip, just a ghosty kind, on my third lap. That is my danger zone, so I slowed down. It went away, and then my knees started. I tried to loosed up my steps a little, I felt like maybe I was trying too hard to do it a certain way. It actually eased the ow a little.
So, it started with a little rain, and ended withthe sun fully coming out. I held my hands palms up to catch the sun while I ran. Its Sunday, I can have a religious experience, too, can't I?
I am a little disappointed to say, there were still no thoughts in my big empty head. I didnt get into anything! I was so looking forward to daydreaming on this long run...
Next time I won't expect anything at all. Except to do it, and feel like FUCK YEAH!
I've pretty much run my ass to Parksville!
And now I get to drive my awesome truck!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Boring!
Friday 4K steady run.
I set out with a raincoat on, it was spitting on me. I walked for a two blocks, and then got into my super slow an steady pace chinese walk run. It must look as though I'm hurrying to cross a street the whole time I'm running.
I ran the same route as last week's 'round my 'hood run. This time my pedometer told me I went 4.15. I turned my music down way down, but maybe for my next run I won't wear my headphones at all. I couldn't zone out. I've noticed that over the course of this week I haven't been getting into my thoughts at all. I guess the music is actually distracting me.
From what? Maybe there's just nothing in there!
Nothing hurt, wait, there was a pain in my foot when I started, from my heel into my middle toes, like a line, but it worked itself out...noting hurt. It seemed so easy that I started to think maybe I should speed up? But I kept the easy pace. I didn't stop.. I got really bored.
I wanted to be done, I wanted to go home and eat pizza! I almost quit, but I decide to complete the thing. Completely.
I set out with a raincoat on, it was spitting on me. I walked for a two blocks, and then got into my super slow an steady pace chinese walk run. It must look as though I'm hurrying to cross a street the whole time I'm running.
I ran the same route as last week's 'round my 'hood run. This time my pedometer told me I went 4.15. I turned my music down way down, but maybe for my next run I won't wear my headphones at all. I couldn't zone out. I've noticed that over the course of this week I haven't been getting into my thoughts at all. I guess the music is actually distracting me.
From what? Maybe there's just nothing in there!
Nothing hurt, wait, there was a pain in my foot when I started, from my heel into my middle toes, like a line, but it worked itself out...noting hurt. It seemed so easy that I started to think maybe I should speed up? But I kept the easy pace. I didn't stop.. I got really bored.
I wanted to be done, I wanted to go home and eat pizza! I almost quit, but I decide to complete the thing. Completely.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Oh no! Okay
Im sure it's not as bad as it feels right now.
I'm home from my 4K steady run, and it was good. It was easy, really. The rain stopped when I quit work, so out I went. I turned the music way down, it was good run to music, The Freshest Kids 3.0 Mix from their site. It took about 32 mins.
I've had a little ache in my hip/back since yesterday, nothing new, nothing different or terrible, sometimes it is just there. My feet are sore in the heels, from being off my feet for four days again. The return to work is hard on them, I have worn my pedometer to that shitty job that inspires me to do better, and clocked a 16km/day step average.
I rest for five minutes on my bed, eating soup after stretches and a shower. When I go to get up, I am 75 years old! My back is as sore as its ever been, my feet are painful stubs that dont want to bend, and I stump around for a minute, trying to get my mobility back.
I'm very afraid of being in that much pain again. But I have been working too hard at my physio. I've been so good at doing it on schedule. I know my back is strong now. I know my weak ass brain is trying to make excuses for my will to quit. It will be better tomorrow.
I sat up in bed early this morning after I shut off the evil alarm device, the first thing I thought of was why am I waking up, the next was I want a smoke, I have to go back to that place and work there today. Not long now...
I'm home from my 4K steady run, and it was good. It was easy, really. The rain stopped when I quit work, so out I went. I turned the music way down, it was good run to music, The Freshest Kids 3.0 Mix from their site. It took about 32 mins.
I've had a little ache in my hip/back since yesterday, nothing new, nothing different or terrible, sometimes it is just there. My feet are sore in the heels, from being off my feet for four days again. The return to work is hard on them, I have worn my pedometer to that shitty job that inspires me to do better, and clocked a 16km/day step average.
I rest for five minutes on my bed, eating soup after stretches and a shower. When I go to get up, I am 75 years old! My back is as sore as its ever been, my feet are painful stubs that dont want to bend, and I stump around for a minute, trying to get my mobility back.
I'm very afraid of being in that much pain again. But I have been working too hard at my physio. I've been so good at doing it on schedule. I know my back is strong now. I know my weak ass brain is trying to make excuses for my will to quit. It will be better tomorrow.
I sat up in bed early this morning after I shut off the evil alarm device, the first thing I thought of was why am I waking up, the next was I want a smoke, I have to go back to that place and work there today. Not long now...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A good time! (on the clock, not really for me)
4K Tempo, I think I'm getting the hang of these.
It was okay, really white out today. Went back to the airpark loop. Wore the heart rate thing, it still isn't working. I tried to make the sensor fall off because yesterday I was thinking about holding the sensor over my ribs, maybe barrelling my chest, which could have caused the breathing issue, not taking deep enough breaths??
My toes went numb again, from the cold. I forgot to mention that about yesterday's run, how my toes were numb for the whole thing, and how frustrating that felt, like I couldn't warm up all the way, what was I doing wrong that cuts off the circulation all the way around? I'm boiling hot, sweating pig on top, but I have no toes? No fair!
They got a little numb on the so called warming up walk from the truck down the path to the loop, but they came back and I forgot about that because a new problem arose every lap, I swear! Started out at a quick pace, and reminded myself to slow down for the first little bit. Once I was sweating, I started translating what I had read about running techniques into action (yes, I have been reading up on this stuff! It's all new to me, and I can use all the help I can get!). I think my posture is good, like a string is pulling my hips forward. I tried to not bounce, to pick my knees up less, and found that the shuffle I read about made for a a quicker pace than I thought I could manage.
I kept at it for the whole loop, rocking along. It felt as though I was wearing a skirt, my knees sort of confined...or I imagined that my legs were even shorter than they are, and my torso went all the way to my knees, so I just had these little stalks down there flailing along, I liked that thought, because it made me laugh and get into it, the quicker they moved, the funnier it looked in my head!
My energy flagged at 2.5, so I ran slower, and a rad brown lab ran alongside me for a minute with his smiley sloppy face, so cute! On my last km, I got really achy between my front shoulders, just under my collarbone. I rolled my shoulders in, thinking maybe my posture was too rigid, started trying to shake out my arms and loosen it up, but it just ached and hurt for the rest.
Lets see how my time was, I'm going to add up the songs...I'm not going to list them today because really none of them stood out.
35:32mins for 5km
That includes the warm-up .5 and cool-down .5
Yay! I'm improving my time!
It was okay, really white out today. Went back to the airpark loop. Wore the heart rate thing, it still isn't working. I tried to make the sensor fall off because yesterday I was thinking about holding the sensor over my ribs, maybe barrelling my chest, which could have caused the breathing issue, not taking deep enough breaths??
My toes went numb again, from the cold. I forgot to mention that about yesterday's run, how my toes were numb for the whole thing, and how frustrating that felt, like I couldn't warm up all the way, what was I doing wrong that cuts off the circulation all the way around? I'm boiling hot, sweating pig on top, but I have no toes? No fair!
They got a little numb on the so called warming up walk from the truck down the path to the loop, but they came back and I forgot about that because a new problem arose every lap, I swear! Started out at a quick pace, and reminded myself to slow down for the first little bit. Once I was sweating, I started translating what I had read about running techniques into action (yes, I have been reading up on this stuff! It's all new to me, and I can use all the help I can get!). I think my posture is good, like a string is pulling my hips forward. I tried to not bounce, to pick my knees up less, and found that the shuffle I read about made for a a quicker pace than I thought I could manage.
I kept at it for the whole loop, rocking along. It felt as though I was wearing a skirt, my knees sort of confined...or I imagined that my legs were even shorter than they are, and my torso went all the way to my knees, so I just had these little stalks down there flailing along, I liked that thought, because it made me laugh and get into it, the quicker they moved, the funnier it looked in my head!
My energy flagged at 2.5, so I ran slower, and a rad brown lab ran alongside me for a minute with his smiley sloppy face, so cute! On my last km, I got really achy between my front shoulders, just under my collarbone. I rolled my shoulders in, thinking maybe my posture was too rigid, started trying to shake out my arms and loosen it up, but it just ached and hurt for the rest.
Lets see how my time was, I'm going to add up the songs...I'm not going to list them today because really none of them stood out.
35:32mins for 5km
That includes the warm-up .5 and cool-down .5
Yay! I'm improving my time!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
not my favorite day
3.15km at 27:30 mins
Went a different way. Wore my new/used heart rate monitor that Lukas got me from the thrift store. It never turned on. It is supposed to once there is perspiration...I could buy a new battery, but I dont think it's worth it. Down to the river, along the path, under the bridge, then back up the hill halfway. That killed me. It took two blocks to recover, and then I had to go up the rest of the hill. My pedometer said 2.10 and I had to walk. I couldnt breathe and felt faint. Eating coleslaw before a run is also not a good idea. Note to self.
I walked for a ways, it is a long hill back to my hood.Then ran from the library, through town to my block.
I should stay up here next time, go along the tracks, maybe. At least they are for sure level!
Went a different way. Wore my new/used heart rate monitor that Lukas got me from the thrift store. It never turned on. It is supposed to once there is perspiration...I could buy a new battery, but I dont think it's worth it. Down to the river, along the path, under the bridge, then back up the hill halfway. That killed me. It took two blocks to recover, and then I had to go up the rest of the hill. My pedometer said 2.10 and I had to walk. I couldnt breathe and felt faint. Eating coleslaw before a run is also not a good idea. Note to self.
I walked for a ways, it is a long hill back to my hood.Then ran from the library, through town to my block.
I should stay up here next time, go along the tracks, maybe. At least they are for sure level!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Loong run Sundays
sunday long run-7kms
I wasn't hyped on my music this run, in fact I turned it way down to try and get into my thoughts more.
Four laps around the airpark, plus the half kilometre to and from my little truck.
My pedometer worked properly, I adjusted my stride length after some painful math done in my head. Losing a quarter of a kilometre per kilometre, so I have to adjust how many centimetres per step from 80 to make up for it? It hurt my head, and took a whole lap to figure, but I got it!
The weather network says there is an extreme wind warning for this afternoon, so as soon as I was done my coffee, I took off reluctantly for my run. It seemed cold. There was a bit of wind, and it was spitting rain. It was grey and the tide was in all the way, the river high up on its banks, close to the path.
The run felt good for the first lap and a half. I did an approximate ten and one, but really just went by the end of the loop. I ran each loop, until I hit the low point, where all the driftwood has piled up, covered the path,and been pushed back out of the way. There were all the ducks in the world down there in the marshy bit. I'd walk to the end at the corner, and then run the loop again.
The mountains were grey, covered in misty rainclouds. I gave them the finger on my third lap, because it looked like I'd beaten the rain. I have to trim my toenails again, I guess, they were really annoying, poking into my toes, I couldnt get my mind off of the feeling...gross! Last lap was tough. Just that long, boring inside stretch. I'm glad that my pedometer works now, because now I can run wherever I feel like...all over town!
Got home starving, ate and ate and ate. mmmmm! Now I feel great.
Haha! I did beat the rain, I can hear it starting to blow against the window now.
Awesome.
I wasn't hyped on my music this run, in fact I turned it way down to try and get into my thoughts more.
Four laps around the airpark, plus the half kilometre to and from my little truck.
My pedometer worked properly, I adjusted my stride length after some painful math done in my head. Losing a quarter of a kilometre per kilometre, so I have to adjust how many centimetres per step from 80 to make up for it? It hurt my head, and took a whole lap to figure, but I got it!
The weather network says there is an extreme wind warning for this afternoon, so as soon as I was done my coffee, I took off reluctantly for my run. It seemed cold. There was a bit of wind, and it was spitting rain. It was grey and the tide was in all the way, the river high up on its banks, close to the path.
The run felt good for the first lap and a half. I did an approximate ten and one, but really just went by the end of the loop. I ran each loop, until I hit the low point, where all the driftwood has piled up, covered the path,and been pushed back out of the way. There were all the ducks in the world down there in the marshy bit. I'd walk to the end at the corner, and then run the loop again.
The mountains were grey, covered in misty rainclouds. I gave them the finger on my third lap, because it looked like I'd beaten the rain. I have to trim my toenails again, I guess, they were really annoying, poking into my toes, I couldnt get my mind off of the feeling...gross! Last lap was tough. Just that long, boring inside stretch. I'm glad that my pedometer works now, because now I can run wherever I feel like...all over town!
Got home starving, ate and ate and ate. mmmmm! Now I feel great.
Haha! I did beat the rain, I can hear it starting to blow against the window now.
Awesome.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My Little Secret...
I've developed this funny secret thing that is about to not at all be a secret. I have to share it because every time I do it I go, "What am I doing!", and laugh at myself. I want you all to laugh with me, at me, whatever, cos it's funny to me that I do this!
OK-my little embarrassing secret: when I finish a run now, and what am I on, week three? I do my stretches, and when I am done with those, I go into my front room that has a big mirror by the door, and I pull up my shirt and flex like a fifteen year old boy at the gym, like, "Look at those muscles!"
I can almost (hardly) see tummy muscles there, and it's so exciting, but I keep thinking that one day I'm going to finish a run and there's going to be a big, crazy, defined, scary sixpack there. Every run. That is almost every day! Hahaha! What a fuckin' weirdo I am! And I swear that this (losing weight/getting fit-whatever this is about) has had very little to do with why I am running this thing. Or so I thought...
Okay, what else. I went to the gym on my off day to make sure I did my physio all the way. Sometimes when I do it at home, I get bored and distracted. OK, most of the time. It was hard, but I did all of the sets, reps, whatever they are called. I felt like doing a little run, since I missed last Sunday, and Tuesday's runs. Felt good. Thighs a little sore, not bad at all.
Today I got off of work all set to do eight laps around the track, but it was dark, and that place is not lit, and for some reason- I guess because it is always empty and far from everywhere- that creeps me out. When is it going to be light again?!
I got home parked and set out with my wacky pedometer on my hip, and my walkman tucked into the front of my sports bra.
Warmed up to Distance Equals Rate Times Time-Pixies-1:19 and
One Road to Freedom-Ben Harper-4:19.
Got running to that one, started slow, and looked at the scenery, the sweet little houses I was running past on 5th Street. Easy pace.
Radiohead-Climbing Up the Walls-4:58
Sped right up at the corner. Got going pretty quickly all the way up Lake Trail Road, past the busy little market. Doubled back where the sidewalk ended, rocked past the market again, and down the side street towards 13th Street. I slowed down as soon as I got around the corner. Do you go faster too when there are people around? "Yeah, I'm fast..." pffft!
Don't Look Now-CCR-2:14 came on as I was in the market parking lot, then Droid-Clutch-4:43
At this point I had checked my distance once, twice, three times. One more time as I got onto Willemar. 1.94! It was starting to feel far!
Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos-PE- 6:23
Aall the way down Cumberland Rd to Fitzgerald, over to Fourth St.
Ape Drape-Vandals-3:30 down to England St. and back to 6th. THEN my pedometer finally told me I had run THREE KMS? Seriously! I'm sure that was closer to five!
Come On!
hahaha! It felt good, though, I ran the whole way, sometimes sort of fast, really panting and struggling. Oh yeah, which brings me to the other thing that happened today.
I guess I quit smoking. I decided to, anyway. Again.
When I got to work this morning, I realised I had no smokes left in my pack. I had a panic in my heart, in my chest, little breaths, a terror runs through me: I didn't bring my wallet! What should I do! I've felt this way before, I thought about when, and that recognition grossed me out. A lot. I felt sick for a minute and thought about the last time I panicked because I thought I was going to have to go a day with out something or someone. How I felt like-what?- like I would die, or suffer terribly...it was unthinkable to have to go without, like I couldn't do it.
I couldn't imagine myself doing it.
I took a deep breath and told myself I'd done this before, that I had managed to go without things and people I thought I wouldn't be able to live without for a long, long time now, and only good things had happened since I decided to do that...deep deep breaths.
I sat in my truck and looked at the awesome Garry Oak tree that they actually had to design the building I work in around. You aren't allowed to chop them down, they are protected. It is all bare arms and gnarled knuckles right now and reminds me of a puzzle I had when I was a kid, that had cartoon ponies in it, all chillin' under these barren oak trees. As I'm remembering rocking puzzle after puzzle out on that big square heavy table, maybe made of oak, I remember that when I was a kid I could levitate, and build crazy blue forcefields of love and faith around myself, on my will alone. Nobody told me I couldn't.
I am rebuilding my will, I reminded myself.
I've been at it for awhile, in so many ways.
So just sit still and breathe on through it. It worked for today.
Of course, this is probably going to suck for awhile.
I'm prepared for that...I think.
I know the next four days will be okay. When I am not working at that crap ass job, I don't even want to smoke...the test will be returning there to work next week.
Let's hear it for seven kilometers tomorrow!
I am actually looking forward to it!
I can almost see muscles.
In my tummy area.
Hahaha!
OK-my little embarrassing secret: when I finish a run now, and what am I on, week three? I do my stretches, and when I am done with those, I go into my front room that has a big mirror by the door, and I pull up my shirt and flex like a fifteen year old boy at the gym, like, "Look at those muscles!"
I can almost (hardly) see tummy muscles there, and it's so exciting, but I keep thinking that one day I'm going to finish a run and there's going to be a big, crazy, defined, scary sixpack there. Every run. That is almost every day! Hahaha! What a fuckin' weirdo I am! And I swear that this (losing weight/getting fit-whatever this is about) has had very little to do with why I am running this thing. Or so I thought...
Okay, what else. I went to the gym on my off day to make sure I did my physio all the way. Sometimes when I do it at home, I get bored and distracted. OK, most of the time. It was hard, but I did all of the sets, reps, whatever they are called. I felt like doing a little run, since I missed last Sunday, and Tuesday's runs. Felt good. Thighs a little sore, not bad at all.
Today I got off of work all set to do eight laps around the track, but it was dark, and that place is not lit, and for some reason- I guess because it is always empty and far from everywhere- that creeps me out. When is it going to be light again?!
I got home parked and set out with my wacky pedometer on my hip, and my walkman tucked into the front of my sports bra.
Warmed up to Distance Equals Rate Times Time-Pixies-1:19 and
One Road to Freedom-Ben Harper-4:19.
Got running to that one, started slow, and looked at the scenery, the sweet little houses I was running past on 5th Street. Easy pace.
Radiohead-Climbing Up the Walls-4:58
Sped right up at the corner. Got going pretty quickly all the way up Lake Trail Road, past the busy little market. Doubled back where the sidewalk ended, rocked past the market again, and down the side street towards 13th Street. I slowed down as soon as I got around the corner. Do you go faster too when there are people around? "Yeah, I'm fast..." pffft!
Don't Look Now-CCR-2:14 came on as I was in the market parking lot, then Droid-Clutch-4:43
At this point I had checked my distance once, twice, three times. One more time as I got onto Willemar. 1.94! It was starting to feel far!
Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos-PE- 6:23
Aall the way down Cumberland Rd to Fitzgerald, over to Fourth St.
Ape Drape-Vandals-3:30 down to England St. and back to 6th. THEN my pedometer finally told me I had run THREE KMS? Seriously! I'm sure that was closer to five!
Come On!
hahaha! It felt good, though, I ran the whole way, sometimes sort of fast, really panting and struggling. Oh yeah, which brings me to the other thing that happened today.
I guess I quit smoking. I decided to, anyway. Again.
When I got to work this morning, I realised I had no smokes left in my pack. I had a panic in my heart, in my chest, little breaths, a terror runs through me: I didn't bring my wallet! What should I do! I've felt this way before, I thought about when, and that recognition grossed me out. A lot. I felt sick for a minute and thought about the last time I panicked because I thought I was going to have to go a day with out something or someone. How I felt like-what?- like I would die, or suffer terribly...it was unthinkable to have to go without, like I couldn't do it.
I couldn't imagine myself doing it.
I took a deep breath and told myself I'd done this before, that I had managed to go without things and people I thought I wouldn't be able to live without for a long, long time now, and only good things had happened since I decided to do that...deep deep breaths.
I sat in my truck and looked at the awesome Garry Oak tree that they actually had to design the building I work in around. You aren't allowed to chop them down, they are protected. It is all bare arms and gnarled knuckles right now and reminds me of a puzzle I had when I was a kid, that had cartoon ponies in it, all chillin' under these barren oak trees. As I'm remembering rocking puzzle after puzzle out on that big square heavy table, maybe made of oak, I remember that when I was a kid I could levitate, and build crazy blue forcefields of love and faith around myself, on my will alone. Nobody told me I couldn't.
I am rebuilding my will, I reminded myself.
I've been at it for awhile, in so many ways.
So just sit still and breathe on through it. It worked for today.
Of course, this is probably going to suck for awhile.
I'm prepared for that...I think.
I know the next four days will be okay. When I am not working at that crap ass job, I don't even want to smoke...the test will be returning there to work next week.
Let's hear it for seven kilometers tomorrow!
I am actually looking forward to it!
I can almost see muscles.
In my tummy area.
Hahaha!
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