Pushing Through

Things learned in the past 24 hours:

  • Sometimes babies will cry and there is absolutely no cause for it. I may have already known this to be true, but I feel like it finally sunk in yesterday.
  • When faced with the option to have a beer before or after your run, always go with after. You will run faster knowing what awaits you at home.
  • If the forecast says 65 and zero humidity in July, no matter how you feel or what kind of day you have had- RUN!

There were so many things I would rather have done last night when Jim got home. The top of the list was indulging in one of the Not Your Father’s Root Beers that are finally back in stock in our area. If you haven’t tried it yet you really need to get on it. If you can find it. The entire South Shore had a five day outage that ended yesterday, and I’ve already heard of shortages. 

Two of the four I grabbed yesterday. Not risking another outage.

Two of the four I grabbed yesterday. Not risking another outage.

I would have loved to have locked myself in the bedroom and watched Netflix for an hour or two. A bubble bath would have been heavenly. But alas, I laced up and pushed myself out the door because I knew weather like we had last night was a rare gift this time of year.

My 12-week half marathon training plan starts on August 3 with a rest day, of course. WHY DO TRAINING PLANS START WITH A REST DAY?!? I want to run on day 1, not wait around until Tuesday morning! Ok, rant over. The first run will be three miles and my goal yesterday was to push through the 2-mile mark without stopping, something I had yet to do since Hayden came along.

Oh, Nike+ how I've missed you.

Oh, Nike+ how I’ve missed you.

 

Those orange lines are where a side-stitch got the better of me. There were a few times I considered hitting “End run” and walking home, but instead I gave myself two two-minute walk breaks. It wasn’t easy, but I kept reminding myself that nothing about this comeback is going to be easy.

My body isn’t where it was this time last year, but I started this running journey before and made it through the finish line of the Chicago Marathon less than a year later. If I can start from nothing and conquer 26.2 miles, I can absolutely go crush 13.1 on Cape Cod to kick off my 30’s.

I made it down the driveway and ran straight into the kitchen, grabbed my beer and hit the floor. Because when the floor is that close, why bother making it to the couch? I miss the days of feeling human after a 12-miler involving Heartbreak Hill, but there were hundreds of runs leading up to those. For now, I’m happy with rewarding myself for a 2.08 miler at a less than ideal pace.

This weekends goal is to run a 5K on Sunday. Since it’s supposed to be 90 and humid as all get-out this will likely be a treadmill run. I’m fine with that. AC, controlled intervals and a machine to help me stretch out afterwards? Way better than a heat stroke on pavement.

What are your weekend workout goals? Anyone racing? Where, when and how’s the swag?! 

 

7/16 FitBit Data

All green everything

All green everything

You Have To Start Somewhere

Today is the day I’ve been waiting roughly ten months and six weeks for. Barring any sort of unexpected catastrophe between now and 1pm, I will be cleared by my doctor to resume workouts and start my Cape Cod Half Marathon training today. Woo-freaking-hoo. Seeing that typed out it looks sarcastic. It’s not. I promise. It could be the first time I’ve ever meant for something NOT to be read sarcastically. First time for everything I guess. 

Last night I did lots of “I can work out again!” prep.

I cleaned out my closet and organized all my running/gym attire. Turns out, I own more gym clothes than any other type. Combined.

I stocked my house with all of my favorite healthy foods.

If you do not own one of these pineapple slicing gadgets, you need to fix that immediately.

If you do not own one of these pineapple slicing gadgets, you need to fix that immediately.

 

I broke out the FitBit that has been collecting dust in my dresser drawer since I gave birth.

I didn't do anything out of the ordinary so I'm using this as my baseline for goals.

I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary so I’m using this as my baseline for goals.

 

And most importantly, I bought new socks. Lots of new socks.

Let me backtrack here. I have always said that if Jim and I hit the lottery, my first order of business is making sure I never wear the same pair of socks twice. There are few simple pleasures in life greater than the feel of a brand new pair of socks. Ok, now that we’ve cleared that up…

As has been the routine the past few weeks, my mom came down this morning and we went for our morning walk with Hayden. Since I haven’t been able to run it’s been a nice  way to ease back into some sort of exercise routine. The view doesn’t hurt either.

 

She enjoys the view when she's not napping.

She enjoys the view when she’s not napping.

 

The entire time we were walking I kept thinking about how excited I am to be able to run this route tonight. Then I realized, I probably won’t be running most of it. I’m trying to be as realistic as possible with my expectations during this training cycle. For the first time in my adult life, it has been MONTHS since I’ve run. I have absolutely no idea how my body is going to handle the comeback.

So tonight I’m going to workout with zero expectations. No matter what happens, there is nowhere to go but up. I’ll run (slowly), walk (even slower), wheeze and come back with my first workout under my belt. That’s all I can hope for.

The Past 10 Months

Ten months ago I was in my final semester of grad school.

I was engaged and planning our upcoming wedding.

I was not expecting to find out that I was… well, expecting. I certainly wouldn’t have insisted on the open bar if I had thought I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. At least everyone else got to. 

Other than the extra guest only us and my Maid of Honor knew was in attendance, our wedding went as planned. It was a party and people treated it as such. I could bore you with details, but you weren’t there and probably aren’t too interested. This isn’t TheKnot. I accept that. Instead, here are a few highlights.

We always get dressed up to kiss on the jetty.

We always get dressed up to kiss on the jetty.

Buster getting ready for his close up.

Buster getting ready for his close up.

 

Then we got married.

Then we got married.

 

So what’s happened in the ten months since then? And why haven’t I been here?

Despite all odds, I finished my last semester of grad school. I have now completed all course work for my MEd, and can go do my practicum hours at any time in the future that it’s convenient. Jim and I decided pretty early on that we wanted me to be able to stay home with our kids while they are young. After talking with my advisor, the plan is to complete my practicum hours when I’m ready to go back to work full-time so my experience has timeliness on its side.

After school was done I kept working at the bar until ten days before my due date. Honestly, I think having such a physically demanding job and being on my feet so much helped me feel great for most of my pregnancy. I went into my last shift feeling really sad about leaving for a few months, and likely only returning in a limited capacity. There were several times when I was near tears as my regulars gave me hugs, well wishes and more than a few baby gifts. Then there was this interaction with a random woman.

RW: “What are all the hugs for?”

Me: “It’s my last shift before I go on maternity leave. I won’t be back until the fall at the earliest.”

RW: (gently grabs my hand as I’m pouring her cocktail) “Sweetie… do you have a home?”

Me: (Staring like a deer in headlights) “Umm… do we have a home?”

RW: “Yes sweetie, do you and this baby have a place to live?”

After her husband screamed “Why the F*&K would you ask that?” she explained that “the only people she knows who get themselves pregnant these days end up with their homes in foreclosure. It’s sad.”

Yes, we have a home. No, it’s not in foreclosure. Yes, this is the craziest thing that happened during my pregnancy.

With that, I was ready for some time off.

Now, back to why I wasn’t here at all during those pregnant months. I thought about blogging a lot. There were times when I opened my laptop, wrote a page or two, then hit delete and slammed the Macbook shut in frustration. Pregnancy brain hit me pretty early on. In retrospect, it was likely a combination of pregnancy brain, A&P exam prep and wedding plans that sent my brain into a “VIP Only” area. If I wasn’t going to be tested on it, billed for it or meeting it in nine months, I couldn’t keep it straight. I’m still working through it, which I will use as an excuse for why this post is so all-over the place. I’ll get back in my groove at some point. Bear with me.

Along with pregnancy brain, the internet is a special kind of cruel to pregnant women. You can’t win in any arena. A pound under the AMA recommended 25-lb weight gain, you’re putting vanity before your child’s health and must be reported to DCF. A pound over, you’re a fat, lazy slob who is certainly going to be teaching your children terrible habits. No matter what you do, never, NEVER ask about wine during pregnancy. Trust me on that one.  Just head over to the “What To Expect” message boards and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

At the end of the day I decided to leave the blog alone for my pregnancy mainly because I didn’t know how I was going to feel. If there’s anything more unpleasant than a grumpy pregnant woman it’s a grumpy pregnant woman with a blog to spew her rage at the Internet.  I knew lots of women who swear they never felt better or more confident then during their pregnancies (I call bullshit on 90% of them). I also know women who refused to leave their homes unless necessary after the six week mark because they truly didn’t feel like themselves or someone they even knew. Like most women, I fell somewhere in the middle of these two groups. I had my days when I felt horrible and I had my days where I felt incredible. Most days, I felt like an alien version of myself who awkwardly moved around with a medicine ball of increasing size under my shirt.

So, on May 25, after 107 hours of labor.. yes, you read that correctly, ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN HOURS… Hayden James made her grand entrance into the world via C-Section.

She was pretty sleepy after the whole ordeal.

She was pretty sleepy after the whole ordeal.

 

The past six weeks have been amazing, exhausting and every feeling in between. Getting to experience every holiday, milestone or mundane activity as her first has added excitement to every single day. Celebrating the 4th of July with her this weekend was even better than we had hoped since she LOVED the parade and fireworks.

This Wednesday I have my postpartum checkup where I am hoping to get the go-ahead from my doctor to start working out again. She knows that I plan to ring in the big 3-0 with a half-marathon that morning so I need to start training ASAP.

I’ve decided to go with Hal Higdon’s Beginner Half Marathon Training Plan to prep for the Cape Cod Half Marathon on October 24. This race has one MAJOR hill that you get the joy of running not once but twice… ugh. But since I know hills aren’t going anywhere in races I may as well start training for them.

So I’m back, in more ways than one. I can’t wait to share the highs and lows of getting back into racing after a baby with everyone. Most of the blogs about postpartum workouts I’ve found seem to be a little one sided. Women who were already nearly elite-level athletes that jumped right back into 7:20/miles and easily qualified for Boston by the time their babies turned one. I wasn’t that fast to begin with and I don’t know if it will be that easy for me.

But I’m excited to find out!

How did you get back into a training routine after baby? And if you had a c-section, I want to hear from you even more! Am I forever doomed to have this little indent, or is my doctor telling the truth when she says it goes away for most women. 

 

New York City Marathon Training- Some Updates

I could apologize for not writing as faithfully as I would like to.

But I won’t.

The fact is that I have hit a busy streak in life that is fairly unprecedented and something had to give. While I love this little blog and keeping up with all of my lovely blogger friends- Happy Health Sweaty appears to have taken the hit.

With that said, I’m here and I have a few updates to share.

NYCM Training

As I got further into the Nike+ training plan I wasn’t crazy about how it was structured further into the schedule. The biggest issue I had is that it offers no flexibility to move around runs and hikes the mid-week mileage pretty early on.

So, after some careful consideration, I went back to running 3mi/day for a few weeks and adopted the Coach Dino 18-week training plan. I’m two weeks in and LOVING it! Instead of getting pretty check marks on my Nike+ interface (which is really the only thing I miss about that program), I get to check each run off when I get home. The plan is proudly displayed on the fridge, which Jim thinks is me taking the whole “I’m going to be a teacher” thing a little too far.

I can cross it off just like homework assignments in my agenda in Jr. High. Don't act like you didn't highlight each assignment as it was completed. No, that was just me? Liar.

I can cross it off just like homework assignments in my agenda in Jr. High. Don’t act like you didn’t highlight each assignment as it was completed. No, that was just me? Liar.

This plan is 5 running days and I can throw in cross-training as I see fit. I’ve been consistently improving in terms of speed and endurance and love feeling the changes on each run.

 

In Nike+, this is what progress looks like.

In Nike+, this is what progress looks like.

Hills are getting easier to climb. That doesn’t mean I like them any more, but they’re getting easier. I still dread hill day more than long runs, but I don’t feel sick to my stomach before heading out the door anymore. I’ll take it.

Looking ahead a few months into the schedule and peak week still falls the week of my wedding. There’s nothing I can do to change this, and I’d just be lying if I said I’d be focused on fitting in a 22-miler the week I’m saying “I do”. Maybe it will happen the week before, maybe the week after, but most likely just not at all. I’ll run 20, and hope for the best.

 

Wedding Planning

I’m still not the best “Bride to Be” there has ever been. I’m making progress and knocking things off the to-do list one at a time. Am I forgetting things? Probably. If I am, are they going to become emergencies day of? Probably not. The way I’m looking at it is if I haven’t thought about it and no one else has asked about it, whatever “it” is probably doesn’t mean that much to me. So, just like with other low-priority items, it’s not making the cut. Sorry, flatware selections.

We did decide on cake. So far, that has been my favorite task. It’s certainly the one we took the most seriously.

Bakery 1

Bakery 1

 

Bakery 2

Bakery 2

 

 

At this point Jim said "I'm not tasting anymore, now I'm just eating."

At this point Jim said “I’m not tasting anymore, now I’m just eating.”

 

Bakery 3. There was more eating.

Bakery 3. There was more eating.

 

What I am most excited to be planning is our honeymoon. Right now it looks like Hawaii and Bora Bora are the top two contenders, so if you have a recommendation on either let me know. I’ve done Hawaii, he hasn’t; but I also went 12 years ago and I’m sure it’s a different experience when you go with a spouse. Since we’re waiting until February to go we have some time to decide, but I’d like to get as much planned as possible before the fall semester takes over my life.

 

School

Fall 2014, you are my nemesis. Epidemiology, A&P, Promotion Strategies and 3 other classes to balance while getting married and training for a marathon. If I make it through this semester alive, I’m sure I’ll owe my liver a big-giant thank you detox over Christmas break. For now, there is one summer class left and then a month of academic freedom and lots of beach reading. Taking any and all recommendations.

 

Those Angry Tweets

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed an angry tweet or a million over the weekend. Let me explain- I’m an 80y/o man inside. I enjoy waking up early, going to bed at a reasonable hour and I listen to talk radio in the car and at home. My favorite radio show for the past 10 or so years has been Opie and Anthony. You may have heard of them for a string of ridiculous antics pulled back in the early 2000’s; but the show kind of gets a bad rep. It’s an uncensored show that talks about news and current events and regularly has stand up comedians commenting on issues and it basically makes me laugh my ass off first thing in the morning. A time when everyone needs a good laugh.

Well, last weekend Anthony got assaulted in Times Square, went on a Twitter rant against the woman who assaulted him (clearly a lot of inappropriate/offensive language was used), and Anthony was promptly fired by Sirius/XM, effectively canceling a major part of my mornings. Let me clarify that I don’t agree with a lot of what Anthony had to say, but the fact that he was FIRED for voicing displeasure at being assaulted on his personal Twitter account I think is a HUGE concern for all of us on social media.

Yes, what he said would be grossly inappropriate in the workplace. But he didn’t say it there.

I’m sure I’ve said a lot of things on this blog that people wouldn’t agree with. But this blog isn’t related to my employer. I like to think that I can say what I’d like here without my employer firing me if they disagreed. What it boils down to is a free speech issue and that companies are going overboard in trying to censor employees off working hours. I don’t like it, and made that very clear to a few people, including Sirius/XM.

I try to keep the RunBritRun account friendly. I just felt like I had to use my voice to stand up for my beliefs on that one.

Also, speaking of social media, I made this decision a week or so ago.

 

I'm officially Facebook free!

I’m officially Facebook free!

 

Going Facebook Free

It’s amazing how often we run into people we haven’t seen in months and find ourselves already knowing pretty much everything they’ve been up to since the last time you saw them. That vacation they took? You saw the pictures. Their engagement- you heard the WHOLE proposal story when they posted a status update about it. Your ex’s baby: Seen.

Last week I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen since last summer and therefore, not since our engagement. I didn’t post much about it on the -book, but who I saw said “Oh yeah, I saw on Facebook- congrats!”. It made me think about how much I would have enjoyed sharing that news in person. A style of communication that seems to be increasingly lost in our generation. That was the final straw. I quit Facebook. And I have to say, I don’t miss it.

 

I do miss this blog though. And I miss you. What have you been up to? Tell me all about it in the comments. Are you running NYCM too? Let’s be friends.

 

New York City Marathon Training- Week 2

After training all winter through a Polar Vortex for Boston, I promised myself I would not complain once about training in the heat for New York.

And I won’t.

Because we haven’t had any.

As a runner, I’m beyond thrilled with the 60 degree highs predicted for the foreseeable future.

As a woman who lives on the beach, I stare at my favorite lounging spot with a longing I haven’t felt since I tried giving up coffee for a month.

Summer classes means two hour dates with my iPad and my beach chair. It's lovely.

Summer classes means two hour dates with my iPad and my beach chair. It’s lovely.

 

Monday brought me to week 2 of training for NYCM and I must say I am feeling mentally better and physically stronger with each run. I’m still not as fast as I’d like to be, but I’m not concerning myself with that right now. I’m finishing every run feeling like I could keep going, and I’m meeting the goals of each workout.

I still don't like that workouts done on different days are not green. It saddens my OCD.

I still don’t like that workouts done on different days are not green. It saddens my OCD.

 

Wednesdays and Fridays are my 2 job days, so I move each of those runs to Thursday and Sunday. This Monday I ran three easy miles as a recovery from Saturdays 5-mile “long run”.

Tuesday brought me to my second ever attempt at a Fartlek. I decided to go for a treadmill run because it would be easier to time my two minutes as well as up/decline the speed as needed. I wanted to make sure there was a significant increase in pace- that it didn’t just feel significant.

I’m terrible at gauging my speed on my own. There are some days I feel sluggish and still come in at my normal 10:20/miles, and other days I feel like I’m breaking land speed records only to have my voiceover inform me that last mile took me nearly 11:30. The safety net of the treadmill at least allows me to not have to question myself or slow down by looking at my arm every 30 seconds.

Turns out, treadmill was the way to go. I Fartleked. This is not a word. I know, squiggly red line. Stop mocking me. 

Yay for intervals!

Yay for intervals!

 

I felt amazing for the rest of the day and all night at work. I finally started feeling like a runner again.

Until Wednesday morning.

Ouch. My legs were not used to two 5 mile runs in 4 days. I should apologize to them for the shock.

Knowing how sore I was yesterday I was slightly nervous before heading out this afternoon for todays 3 “easy miles” . My only solace came when reading the description of the run my favorite line appeared: “When in doubt, just slow down!”

Turns out, I didn’t need to slow as much as I was worried I’d have to. It wasn’t a fast run, but it was a comfortable one with a walk break after the big hill at 1.25miles. I’m ok with it for this stage of training.

Wan't perfect, but I'll take it.

Wan’t perfect, but I’ll take it.

 

Walking in I expected Buster to offer his usual greeting of slobber and jumping. Instead, I found this.

 

Asleep on the bed, snuggled with Hank- His English Bulldog beanie baby. This is what love looks like.

Asleep on the bed, snuggled with Hank- His English Bulldog beanie baby. This is what love looks like.

And then I joined them.

 

What fall races is everyone training for right now? Who will I be seeing in New York? Comment and let me know so we can be friends. Friends are the best. 

 

 

Lucky Run

Not every run comes naturally. Some days I have to force myself out the door with promises of wine, chocolate or some other self-indulgent activity as a reward for my efforts.

Yesterday was one of those days.

I had moved Wednesdays run to Thursday because I was working both jobs and wanted to not feel rushed during my second training run of the cycle. After working a tournament at the golf course I headed home, feeling slightly tired but overall ready to log some miles.

Then the rain started.

Then I walked in the door to discover the dog had destroyed the house. Again.

I'm trying to convince myself we won't need to invest in child locks for a dog.

I’m trying to convince myself we won’t need to invest in child locks for a dog.

By the time I’d cleaned up and laced up I really was NOT feeling a rainy, unseasonably cold run. I played the excuse game in my head for a few minutes…

I can run on Sunday and still meet my weekly mileage. 

I mean, a 24 week training schedule is kind of excessive anyways. Maybe I’ll switch to a 22-week plan. 

I want wine. 

And peanut butter. 

Why don’t they make peanut butter flavored wine? Nevermind, that would be gross. That’s what ice cream frappes are for. Mmmmmm…frappe….

Eventually I realized that the longer I sat, the later I’d finish my run and the colder I’d be. Somewhat begrudgingly, I told Buster to behave and I’d be back soon.

And off I went…

By the time I was out of my driveway I already felt better about life and this training cycle. Rounding out the park I realized how lucky I am to get such a beautiful view on my run, how thankful I’ll be for the ocean breeze come August and how important even the little runs really are.

Making my way up the hill at the one mile marker I felt strong ready to kick it up a bit. Then something in the grass along the cliff caught my eye.

Just random money. In the grass. In the middle of no where.

Just random money. In the grass. In the middle of no where.

I walked over and realized it was $24, just laying in the grass. I looked down at the beach, searching for walkers who may have dropped it on their way over to the stairs. Not a soul. I called Jim.

B: “Honey, I just found $24 on the ground”

J: “In the yard?”

B: “No, on my run along the cliff. What do I do?”

J: “What do you mean?”

B: “Well, who do I call to turn it in?”

J: “Seriously? It’s $24, you didn’t find buried treasure. If no one’s around, it’s yours. This is a finders keepers situation.”

As I started the last two miles back to the house, I started thinking of just how lucky I am. Not lucky to be $24 richer (though it certainly didn’t hurt my mood), but lucky in so many ways. I found the love of my life at 23 and we’re getting married. I’m generally in great health. I live along the prettiest running route I’ve ever seen. Yeah, life is good.

Today will be another 3 miles, trying to make mile 3 the fastest of the run.

Right on track so far.

Right on track so far.

Tomorrows long run is 5 miles. For the first time in a really long time, I’m excited for a long run. I’m not looking at it like something I have to do, but something I’m really looking forward to. I won’t say it’s the highlight of my long weekend, but it’s certainly up there.

One more quick thing before I check out for the weekend- It’s Memorial Day. The Armed Services (especially the Marine Corps) are especially close to my heart, so I ask that everyone take a moment this weekend and thank a member of the military if you can. If you can’t, salute a flag. Attend a parade. Buy a veteran a drink. Just be grateful.

Have an amazing long weekend, everyone!

Anyone starting or already into a training schedule? What’s your long run looking like this weekend? Have cooler plans? Let me know!

New York City Marathon Training: A Fresh Start

This weekend I decided to take off from workouts all together. I knew my NYCM training started on Monday, so I wanted to enjoy my last weekend without a long run to it’s fullest potential. I also had a ton of wedding stuff to do, so that occupied most of my time.

First, I met up with my brother (aka Man of Honor) at the wedding venue for lunch and a few drinks. We hadn’t seen each other in about a month, which is completely unacceptable  by our standards, so it was nice to relax and catch up. The pretty drinks only made things better.

My happy place.

My happy place.

After lunch we went out on the boat for a quick ride and pretended it felt like summer. It’s been nice, but not summer-ish. Considering the awful Polar Vortex winter we all just suffered through I think we deserve some serious summer weather sooner rather than later. So we took the boat out with Jim, Buster and Buster’s girlfriend Sage. They loved it. In fact, they were so happy they tried to run away together. Thankfully Jim caught them before they got too far off the dock.

Such a sweet couple.

Such a sweet couple.

 

Bonnie and Clyde wannabes. Thankfully Jim caught up with them.

Bonnie and Clyde wannabes. Thankfully Jim caught up with them.

 

Sunday was more wedding errands, wrapping up the registry and trying on wedding bands. It’s kind of surreal every time we go do these grown up wedding things, but they’re getting more and more fun as the planning goes on.

And then it came. Yesterday was the day. My training for the New York City Marathon officially began!

With a rest day.

 

Day 1: Rest. I can do that.

Day 1: Rest. I can do that.

 

 

Yeah, it was the most anti-climactic start to anything I’d ever experienced. So waking up this morning, knowing today I’d get to RUN… I was excited to say the least. As I’ve said before, I’m using the 24-week Nike+ Marathon Training Plan. I like it not only because it lays out your workouts in a very easy to digest fashion, but also gives you day by day workout detail, encouraging voice overs during your run and compares your runs to each other for you.

 

I giggle when I read "Fartlek". I'm a grown up.

I giggle when I read “Fartlek”. I’m a grown up.

 

One update I’d really like to see is a voice over after the 1-mi warm-up that times your two minute intervals for you. I know my opinion is SO important to the Nike+ developers, so I’ll expect this in the next update. Thank you in advance.

I’m working on moving my workouts to earlier in the morning to ensure they are done before anything can disrupt my day and force me to miss a workout. I work at the restaurant Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday nights (sometimes more) and since my classes for the summer semester are online, I picked up a day job a couple days a week at a local golf course to help pay for the wedding. I’ll be the girl driving around the golf cart full of beer. This new gig requires me to bring at least one book and my iPad to “keep myself entertained” and my uniform is Yoga pants. Something tells me I’m going to like this new job just fine.

Since I had no day job today I made it a point to be out of the house by 9:30 for my run. With the summer months approaching 9:30 will probably be the latest I can get out for my run without serious risk of heat stroke, dehydration or terrible sports bra tan lines. I chugged half of my coffee chased with a pint glass full of water, hit the bathroom then was out of the house.

Coach Nike insisted I go easy for the first mile so I went out feeling comfortable but somewhat restrained. I kept telling myself this was day 1, no need to burn myself out just yet. By the time the nice Nike lady came over my headphones to tell me I’d completed the first mile I was ready to ramp it up.

Mistake 1: I forgot to switch back to slow after the first two minutes. Again, this is where the whole “Two minutes are done, rein it in, Byron” voice over would help. 9-minutes later I was told I’d hit mile two. Oops.

 

Mile 2 was no supposed to be the speediest. At least not by that much.

Mile 2 was no supposed to be the speediest. At least not by that much.

Miles three and four were extra slow to make up for the extra push I’d given at mile 2. Not a perfect Fartlek, but for my first I’m at least proud I managed to change up the pace. I’ve always gone out for runs and just run. Sometimes there was a time goal, but most of the time it was just to hit a distance and be done with it. I like the change up and having a new purpose for every run.

Hitting the 4 mile mark felt great. I felt like I’d gotten in a workout, but didn’t feel drained. I easily could have kept going for another couple miles, which was how I had hoped I’d feel today.

I walked through the front door beaming with excitement about a training cycle starting off so well. Buster was very happy for me.

He celebrates with naps.

He celebrates with naps.

 

A strong run was exactly what I needed to feel confident about trying 26.2 again. I know there will be terrible days mixed in with these great ones, but I’m excited to feel this great a few more times before November 2.

 

Who else is taking the long approach to NYCM training? Any veterans of the race out there to offer me amazing advice? Or at least tell me if bus or ferry is a better option for getting to the start. That would be great.