Five Minutes

Reverb 10, Day 15  5 Minutes. Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.

The feel of my little cousin’s hand in mine at my grandmother’s funeral.

Running in the rain post-break up.

A girls’ weekend on the beach, that included falling asleep to the sound of the ocean and waking up for a run on the sand.

Dancing at my best friend’s wedding.

Trying just ONE MORE TIME with the absolutely wrong guy, but having a great and crazy weekend in Las Vegas regardless.

Summer night kickball.

Camping with my growing family and being a part of my sister’s engagement story.

A lot of 2010 was spent on job search websites and reworking my resume. Getting a new job was worth all of it.

Stolen moments with TROUBLE.

A solo trip to the beach.

Falling for someone without even considering a safety net.

Hitting the ground.

Running my first 10K and getting race fever.

Slow dancing in a dive bar with someone who makes me smile.

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Missing the Experience

Reverb 10, Day 12 Body Integration.  This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn’t mind and body, but simply a cohesive YOU, alive and present?

Yesterday I had a dream that it was race day – my first half-marathon, that is, coming up at the end of January.  It wasn’t one of those, “it’s test day and I haven’t been to class all semester” dreams.  I wasn’t upset that I wasn’t prepared and hadn’t trained.  In the dream I was prepared, but I was upset that I had missed the experience of training.

I’ve been following my training plan for not even three weeks now and I’ve got a long way to go, but I wouldn’t give that up, even if I could magically wake up on race day totally prepared to rock it out.

I’d been staying mostly on the treadmill because it’s easier for tempo and pace runs, but today I took my training back outside and mapped in a sweet little (not-so-little) nearby hill I’ve been meaning to take on. 

It (the run as a whole) kicked my ass.  I felt it in my feet and my lungs, which makes me feel it in my shoulders and neck and eventually, I got to breathing hard enough and I started to feel nauseous.  And I definitely heard it in my head.  My mind was telling me I couldn’t do it and that I was bored and that I should pace myself and that I deserved a break.  But my legs said keep going and so I did and in the end, I was pleased (and surprised) with my pace and I felt great.

Yes, I HAVE had runs where everything works together.  Where my breathing is easy, my motion flows and feels great to every single muscle and my mind is happily along for the ride.  Those days, I’m integrated, but I can’t think of any one specific example. 

When I tell people I run and that I’m getting into races, they often ask if I ran in high school.  Absolutely not.  Becoming a runner was a choice I made just a few years ago, post-high school and post-college.  Running was a choice then and it’s a choice now, every day. 

On my run today, I reminded myself of my word for 2011 – capable, but capable in the face of challenge, when things aren’t comfortable.  (Nothing wrong with getting a head start.)  Not only am I a runner, I’m an athlete and athletes push themselves.  I told myself it wasn’t supposed to be easy or comfortable and that I was going to leave it all out there (minus any puke, I kept that to myself). 

That’s what I’ll choose to do every day for the sake of improvement, regardless of whether my mind and body are working together or not.  The experience of training – which will every now and then get me to those moments of running glory, when I think about the breeze blowing instead of my tight knee – is what it’s about anyway.

The Next Challenge

I signed up for my half-marathon earlier this week! It’s a charity race, which I find much easier to sign up for than a shiny race that is WAY more expensive because it’s just so damn shiny (*cough* P.F. Chang’s Rock ‘n’ Roll *cough*). 

I found a three-month training program, which I modified since the race is just nine-ish weeks away!  I’m thrilled with this little calendar I made and am so excited to have a schedule to follow.  Too often I’ve found myself skipping workouts simply because I didn’t have a plan.  I can’t use that excuse anymore! 

I made a training calendar like this before when I was trying to get back into a fitness routine, but it hit the back-burner.  I’m making this a priority.  It’s just an hour or so of almost every day that I can take to remind myself that I’m important AND totally capable of achieving this goal!  I think it’s a bit of an extra challenge to take this up during the holidays, but a great way to stay focused on fitness throughout the hustle and bustle and temptations!

There will be a reward at the end, fitness related, of course…perhaps a bike, a running skirt, a Garmin (although I really want one NOW to have even more fun with my training)!  Since I did my 10K at 1:13 with no real training or consideration, my goal is 2:34 (figured out with my mad 8th grade algebra skills).  There, universe, I put it out there!

TMI

I officially just became That Girl. The one who spends her lunch break wandering around Crate & Barrel. She knows what she wants to buy but doesn’t quite get how C&B works, so she makes a mental note and goes back to work to order online.

While there wandering – and this is where I became That Girl – she talks on the phone.   I’m not one of those people who thinks that for a cell phone to work YOU HAVE TO SHOUT INTO IT, but intimate conversations with friends are meant to be had in the comfort of your home.  Thanks to modern technology, though, we can have these conversations anywhere we want! Conversations that catch us up with a friend who’s been on vacation for the last week. First I listen as he laments going on a family-funded cruise (oh, the torture), then I discuss.

I discuss my race and how I showed up hungover, my inappropriate crush on my new trainer who will prepare me for my next race with lengthy stretching sessions, my recent breakup, the mystery flowers I received from one of who knows how many suitors, the guy who actually sent them and how we are hopefully going to go out soon, the guy he works with (okay, his boss) who I had a small tryst with and is now avoiding me, the fact that boss man isn’t NOT talking to me because I gave him something (my friend’s guess…gee thanks) because a. we didn’t “hook up” in THAT sense and b. I actually just got my tests back and I’m so fresh and so clean, the fact that he’s actually not talking to me because his nickname for me is Trouble because he’s involved elsewhere and lastly that we need to get together for a happy hour so we can spread the TMI love all across our city.

You’re welcome, associates and patrons of Crate & Barrel, for that play-by-play of the last week of the life of this hot mess.  Consider it payback for the fact that now I either have to pay shipping or order extra shit to qualify for free shipping…and we both know which one it’s going to be.

My First Swag

I know, I know, I was just lamenting my upcoming race (today!).  Or, more accurately, my lack of training for it.  But, I picked up my race pack the other day and got excited.  Check it out!

A cute shirt, wrist band and my first timing chip. Jamba discounts, other offers and running food I’ve only read about on serious runners’ blogs!  I’m excited to try some!  I think the key is that it’s a longer race, but they gave the same goody bags to everyone, even those of us with only enough guts to try the 10K.

So…and NOT just because of the swag, but because the excitement of having an event to look forward to…I’m seeking my next race. 

Completing a half-marathon is on my 101 in 1001 list and the 10K was my stepping stone, so now it’s only fitting to get going on the next step.  A lot of the races I’m looking at increase their entry fees go up around the first of the year (and Lord knows I love a good deal), so I have a month and some to decide what I’d like to do…and I suppose I should wait to see how today goes!

UPDATE:  Apparently the way to run your first 10K is hungover – slash – maybe still a little drunk.  A night out with TGISWOTSDAKHEFAWBOAKHFTD that had sweet and sour notes and a lot of wine kept me out way too late.  Luckily I woke up at 4:30 to set my alarm for an hour later and I actually made it.  I ran and walked and was surprisingly impressed with my run pace, which contributed to my overall time of 1:13.  Not what I wanted to do when I signed up for this race, but better than I was expecting based on my lack of training.  Definitely looking forward to my next one!