2.01 miles in 19:51.
Out of necessity, I ran on the treadmill today at work. Or the dreadmill, rather. I hate that fucking thing, I really do. It’s just… I have NO idea where to look, and for some reason that thought stresses me out beyond reason. It’s all I can think about, other than falling off the back of the contraption.
Hopefully I can learn to get over this irrational hatred, or at least build up a grudging tolerance. It seems to be a necessary evil on duty in the wintertime.
On a more cheerful note, here are some crazy socks!
2.32 miles in 24:45.
This started out as one of those magical “Yay, I’m so happy to be alive!!” runs. I was practically prancing down the street, bounding over curbs and sewer covers, high-fiving the other runner I passed. I could feel my chest tightening and breath rasping, but I just ignored it. About ten minutes into the run, my right side started to cramp a little. Not enough to stop me, just enough to make things quite uncomfortable.
When I finished, I collapsed on my front curb in a wheezy heap. Don’t start coughing, I told myself. Don’t you do it. Well, I did it. I succumbed to a horrific coughing fit that very nearly resulted in me losing last night’s dinner. Argh.
Once I recovered from that episode, I went inside and knocked out some push-ups and sit-ups. This streak is really doing me some good in a lot of ways. It’s only been 4 days, but I already feel brighter, more lively, and more motivated.
Wearing loud, obnoxious running outfits definitely has its appeal, too.
2.29 miles in 21:50.
This was another struggle, breathing-wise. Lamentably, I’m in the process of getting sick, and my chest seemed to tighten with every step. The sound of my raspy breath disturbed me, so I just cranked up my tunes and drowned it out. Problem solved!
Also, could I have worn a more obnoxious running outfit?
…Probably yes, actually.
I am currently really drunk.
But I ran earlier in the day, when I was not, in fact, drunk. Yay me!
1.5 miles in 13:46.
It was part of a PT test at work, how convenient!
I always run so much faster for these darn things.
What an evening.
Holiday Running Challenge: Day 1
So I haven’t been running at all.
But now I’m going to run a lot.
At least 1 mile every day from now until New Year’s Day.
1.7 miles in 18 minutes.
Happy Thanksgiving, by the way! I’m on duty, which isn’t ideal, but at least I’ve spent the day enjoyably with my second family. My dysfunctional, overbearing, annoying, but ultimately necessary and lovable second family.
So. Daily Mile just yelled at me for not running in over 7 days.
LEAVE ME ALONE, DAILY MILE. I’M GOING THROUGH A THING RIGHT NOW, OKAY?
'Get to the Point' 5-Miler
So I know this probably seems random, but yesterday I ran another race! This was the “Get to the Point” 5-Miler, and it’s funny, because the route actually went from Galilee (right near my unit’s boat house) to the PJ lighthouse (which is where my station is located), so it was like running from one half of my workplace to the other and back. I run this route quite often when I’m on duty, so no surprises along the way!
What did surprise me, however, is how much it sucked. The first three miles were oh-so painful, I kind of wanted to die. I had the pleasure of hosting some sharp lower belly cramps that intensified by the minute, a distinction I haven’t had for quite some time, and it was awful. I so, so badly wanted to stop and walk, but I didn’t, which I guess speaks well for my mental strength. But damn!
Thank goodness the cramps finally eased up around mile 3! I was able to pick up my pace a little bit and think semi-pleasant thoughts for the remainder of the race. When I got to the end, though, I somehow misplaced the actual finish line and thought I was done about 80 yards early. Woops. After realizing my error and shouting a ladylike “OH SHIT!” I scrambled to the actual finish.
5 miles in 50:20. A good re-entry into the running world after my little post-halfsies hiatus!
Here are a few snapshots from the race!
Note the difference in my appearance when I’m unaware of the camera…
And when I’m aware of the camera:
I look like I want to murder someone in the first photo, haha!! But to be fair, I do believe that photo was taken at the top of one of the more brutal hills, which would account for the Death and Doom on my face. Why would they station a photographer up there??
Every other time I saw the photographer, I tried to do this crazy leap thing for the camera, but apparently I never really leaped high or long enough for him to capture it. That’s funny, because in my mind, I was soaring through the air. Oh, the things my delirious, endorphin-saturated mind comes up with!
Halfsies Race Recap!
Well… I DID IT.
I ran the UnitedHealthcare 2013 Half-Marathon in 2:22:54. My personal goal was to run the whole thing without ever walking or stopping, and I did it. Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I did it!!
I’m a Hot Mess
I kind of fell off the blogging wagon for 2 or 3 weeks there, but rest assured, I’ve still been running my ass off.
September 26, 2013 - 1.7 miles in 20 minutes
September 29, 2013 - 3.62 miles in 37 minutes
October 2, 2013 - 3.63 miles in 35 minutes
October 3, 2013 - 5.18 miles in 55 minutes
October 6, 2013 - 12.14 miles in 2:18:05
Lastly, today I ran 4.11 miles in 42:47! I can’t remember the last time I so desperately needed the solitude and meditation of a run. Emotionally, I am a fucking mess. I’ve been making all the wrong choices, disappointing myself time and again, and behaving like a stupid, irresponsible teenager. Thank god for running, because otherwise I wouldn’t know how to hoist myself up from this mire of bad decisions and self-disgust.
As for that 12-miler last Sunday, at least I can be proud of that. It sucked, oh JESUS how it sucked, but I did it. I ran 6 miles from the PJ lighthouse to the North Beach Pavilion, sat down for about 4 minutes and stretched my legs, then grimly swiveled back around and ran all the way back.
This was taken during said 4-minute break, at which point I was questioning my own sanity for undertaking such a long run.
Here’s a forced smile for the camera!
When I looked down, I saw this plaque on the bench and thought it appropriate.
I’m trying to get involved, Gina Marie Dalton. I’m trying.
My half-marathon is on Sunday. I’m planning a couple more runs before then, even though I’ll be on-duty.