Little Red Runner

Am I still here?

2010-01-12T11:11:00.001-08:00

I sure am!

I successfully finished my first marathon (recap here) and then I ran another half marathon three weeks later. Where I smoked my previous finishing times. Whoot!

Now, it's onto bigger things. Running the Catalina Marathon in March, OKC in April and trying to find a May marathon to make me a Marathon Maniac. I know, I never saw that coming either!

But, my main goal for 2010 is to run as many races and or marathons for Operation Jack that I can. I urge you to read about Sam and his son Jack and make a donation on my fundraising page.

It's a great cause, and I know that we can make a difference.

Thank you all for sticking with me as I battled blisters, injuries and sleep deprivation.

I can't wait to do it again!

Another Half

2009-10-30T12:23:00.001-07:00

On Sunday, I'll be running my second half marathon. It seems like just yesterday I was completing my first.

Now, we're just a few short weeks away from my full marathon (gulp).

My first Half wasn't exactly the greatest experience, but, I have high hopes for this one.

I'm pretty certain I can PR, even if just by a few seconds (but, I'd like to shave minutes off my time). The course I ran last time was mostly flat (bonus), but, really mentally challenging. This one is hilly, but, pretty basic in that it's a loop for the most part--so, it shouldn't be too emotionally hard on me. Plus, I know the course pretty well--I run it a lot with my running group (bonus). And, there are pace groups. I'm debating which one I want to plant myself with--or, how hard I want to push it. I think I want to push it hard. We'll see. If I start out in between the two (which, I hope will work) I can then adjust my pace as needed per how I feel, etc.

I've been battling a bum IT band this week, so, I haven't gotten the miles I need, but, I know I can do this. I love going out there, giving it all I've got and running.

This isn't the time to play catch up with a friend, no, no, this is my time to run. To prove to myself I can do it. And get psyched for November 22 and 26.2 miles.

Whoot!

Now, I just need to pick out my race day clothing, and we're good to go.

Happy Halloween!

I'll be runnin' off the candy!

20 miles--DONE

2009-10-21T12:16:00.000-07:00

So, I was supposed to run my 20 miles two weeks ago, but, that didn't happen. It just wasn't in the cards. It wasn't going to happen no matter what I did. I did my pre run prep correctly, it was just not 'my' day. Woke up fighting a cold (still am) and soooo tired. I barely made it to our meet up location. My eyes were heavy and I just wanted to sleep. I even though to myself 'if I turn around now, no one would notice'--ha, that's funny, I would notice.

I didn't turn around, but, I didn't make it to 20. I did 18.31--and it hurt like all hell. I was flippin' done when I hit 18. I'm noticing that I hit my 'wall' around 16 which is a total pain in the you know what because um, that's 10.2 miles left, missy. Not good.

This last Saturday, this was going to be my day. Damnit.

My group had 17 on their schedule, so, I knew I could get past my wall at 16 because they'd be with me. Sure enough, I did hit the wall at 16, but, it was much easier to overcome than usual, and I credit my awesome running group.

The miles were hard. Every single one of them. OK, maybe not the first 2-3. We didn't stop for water until 4.5 and of course I have a fuel belt, but, I like to stop and drink when I can. I knew it was going to be a long day, so, I started with the fuel waaaay early into the run at 4.5 miles. I usually don't until 8-10, but, better fuel up when I could. I'm also fairly certain we ran through a waterstop at some point, considering I remember eating a shot block while running--I rarely, rarely do this. Mainly because the zipper on my fuel belt hates me and I cannot re-zip while running, just can't!

It was a super hilly course, but, I felt better than the week before and I was motivated to kick some hill butt. And a ton of it is all mental. I am not my best cheerleader. Good thing my running group is awesome like that. When I started to waiver, someone would hang back with me and encourage me, reminding me that I could do it, and the constant encouragement of 'you'll do great in your marathon' was awesome. I'm actually really bummed I won't be running with them for their marathon, but, that's OK. Maybe next year.

The last 3 miles were long. A friend of mine decided to suck it up and run with me, so I wouldn't finish alone--plus, she's 2 weeks away from her marathon and hadn't done a 20 miler, so, it was good for us both. We were tired, and slow and it was getting late in the day at this point. This was also TX/OU weekend and that was a huge bummer because we heard the fly over as we were finishing--not gonna make it home to watch kick-off! But, we did it together. We walked a bit when we had to, but towards the end I pushed us to finish strong.

And we did. When my Garmin beeped at 20, I really didn't know what to do. Cry? Scream? I smiled huge and told her 'we did it'. And we did.

We re-fuled with chocolate milk and Powerade at the clubhouse (Powerade has never tasted so good!) and said our goodbyes. I won't see her until after her marathon, and I'm totally bummed, but, I'm so grateful to her.

20 miles is hard. No matter how much of a conditioned athlete you are--and I'm not, trust me, but, I mean, 20 miles is far, that's a long way to run no matter how fast or slow you run it--that's a damn long way. I know it's still a 10k short of a marathon, but, I know I can finish. Sure, my hopes for a decent time were slashed when I got hurt earlier this year, but, I don't care. I just can't wait to finish and have that medal around my neck. I run for bling, it's true.

22 this weekend. YIKES.

PS. We have peanut butter again. After 20 miles I bought like 4 things of PB. Don't take a hungry girl to the grocery store. It's not smart.

20 miler

2009-10-08T07:39:00.000-07:00

I've got a 20 miler this weekend. That scares me beyond what words can describe. Especailly since I'm pretty sure my 15k race over the weekend re-injured my hip and calf. AWESOME.

I've only run once this week and have been stretching, and the whole shebang, so, hopefully, I can handle the 20 miles.

I've got a recovery massage scheduled for the afternoon, so, I'm not overly worried about the pain. I'm just worried about the actual running. Jeezus. 20 miles.

Yikes.

But, I handled 18 like a champ. And I know that once I hit 20, it's pretty much all downhill from there.

I just have to remember to run sloooooow. I'm never going to be fast, and that's OK. A slow happy runner is better and a fast, injured and angry runner (I know because I've been both).

So, wish me luck.

It's going to be a long time out there.

But so totally worth it.

I'll be back to brag on Monday.

And also tell you how I ran a 15k with my friend rather than charging with my iPod. Not my smartest move, but, at the same time, one of the best races ever.

I heart running.

I'm also getting more and more excited about Bandera and Catalina--although they are 2010 races, I almost signed up for a trail run next weekend, but, it was only 150 runners and it was full--bummer! 2010 will be my trail running year. Whoot!

PS. We're almost out of peanut butter at my house. It's like Defcon 5. No joke.

18 miles--are you serious?

2009-09-28T12:54:00.000-07:00

There really aren't words to describe the feelings that flooded me once I got back into my car after running 18 miles. Besides maybe, elation. I wanted to cry. I wanted to gleefully jump into my husband's arms (he was gone all day!). I just wanted to jump for joy. But, clearly, jumping wasn't an option!

I'm not fast, I never claimed to be, and I doubt I'll ever qualify for Boston. If nothing else, I am determined.

One year ago, I was barely able to power through 4 miles and was scared to death of anything beyond 6 (the most I'd done in years)

I set out to run my half marathon in August, and started "training" in February. Knowing that I had plenty of time to get in shape....or back out, as needed.

As running became easier, and I got more confident, I decided to run a marathon. Three days before my 25th birthday--I woul run a marathon on November 22nd, 2009.

In June, when I started by first double digit runs, the marathon seemed so doable, almost easy. Then, I got hurt. And couldn't run. Couldn't run fast, couldn't run far. Couldn't run period.

I worried myself sick over it. I lost my speed. I lost my endurance. It was terrible.

It's been a long road--just getting back to 16(.25!) last week was a miracle, and pounding out 18 this weekend was insane.

The first 14 miles were very hilly (and it's the route for an upcoming half, so, yippee, I know what to expect). I couldn't charge the hills, I was tired, I wanted to quit--as in not even run the damn marathon.

I cried. (I'll admit it)

I felt sorry for myself.

But, when I had to leave my group and power on alone (my usual running buddy was out of town), and I was really on my own, that's when the mental power kicked in. I had to do it. I had to. I couldn't face myself if I didn't.

I popped a blister on my toe at about 14.5 which suuuucked and I wanted to turn around. But, what if a blister pops in the marathon? I can't quit. So, I didn't.

And after 18 miles of torture, I was finished.

My feet hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurt, I was insanely sweaty--but, I had done something. Something huge.

I can't believe I can run 18 miles. I can't believe that in less than 2 months I will run a marathon. Something only .1% of Americans will ever do.

If that's not motivation, I don't know what is.

Post ridiculously long shower, the sister in law and I hit up Jason's Deli for some delish lunch (I never eat out for lunch on the weekends!) and some shopping. We did some damage at Nordstrom, Antrho and Target.

My legs weren't nearly as sore on Sunday as they were after my 16 miler, which leads me to believe that shopping is best recovery method. Obviously.

I have a race this Saturday. I'm supposed to do 20 miles, but, I think a taped week sounds better--plus, it's a 10 mile race. I haven't raced since my half. I'm ready to race.

The 20 miles aren't going anywhere.

October 10th. Yikes. I'm already scared of that date. But, I can do it. Just as I made it to 18, I'll make it to 20.

And eventually 26.2

Ahhhh!!

And, because it's Monday, I busted out the peanut butter for breakfast this morning. Mmm, pb and an English muffin.

No wonder I ran 6.27 miles at lunch--it's all about the food.

Running for Jack

2009-09-21T08:18:00.000-07:00

On Saturday morning, I ventured out for my second ever 16 miler. I had planned to run to my group's meet up spot and run the remaining 10 miles with my friends running group--but, since it's now dark until 7 AM, I decided that running 6 miles in the dark (even with a headlamp!) in the early morning hours might not be the safest, so, the husband dropped me off at the meet up point (thanks for waking up so early!) and I ran about 5.5 miles with my friend and his group.

I was slowing him down (he only had t0 run 10 and therefor could maintain a faster pace--I chose slow and steady--hey, it wins the race and prevents injury), so, we agreed to ditch each other and he was off while I took a quick break for some fuel.

I don't recommend running long distances alone, and I really did want to finish with someone, or at least have some motivation for the majority of the run, but, after a really bad week at work, I just wanted to have some alone time. And I ended up having several hours of it!

I somehow managed to get stuck in a race that was going on, which was comical if nothing else because there were so many runners it was impossible to run on the road, so, I just stopped and cheered them on for a few minutes--I got to see my pace leader and several of my running buddies kicking major booty, so, it was fun.

At the turnaround point, I was exhuasted. My legs hurt, my back was killing me, I was tired and hungry. I didn't have my cell phone, so, I couldn't call my husband to come pick me up (blessing in disguise because believe you me, I would have called), and was far enough away from my house that if I didn't run home, it would be Sunday by the time I made it!

I took an extended break a little past mile 14 at a water fountain and stretched, ate some shot blocks and drank some water. I knew I could finish. I'd done it once before, I could it again.

Around mile 15, my legs went completely numb--I could not really feel them anymore and everything was just a blur. I crancked my iPod and kept going--so loud that I couldn't hear the mile beep on my Garmin (genius).

As I pounded on, I just kept reminding myself that this was nothing. This was nothing compared to what so many others will go through in their lives--or go through on a daily basis. I thought about Jack and running for him in Catalina, I thought about his parents and how challenging it is raising a child with special needs. I thought about his dad, who is going to run 60 marathons in 2010 to raise money and awareness for autism. I knew that what I was feeling was nothing compared to what Jack must face every single day.

And I kept going.

To 16.25.

And then I promptly passed out on my living room floor (not really).

As my first marathon is only 2 months and 1 day away (I'm not freaking out or anything--ha!), I realize that I've been focusing so much on "me" with this. I'm injured, I'm tired, I'm not running--blah, blah. Yes, I got hurt, yes, it totally sucked, yes I was depressed, yes, I gained weight, yes I couldn't run--but, you know what, I took care of myself and hopefully that is all behind me. I need to take care of myself because in March, I will be running for Jack. And that's all that matters. If it takes me 7 hours to cross that damn finish line, I don't care. If I have to walk, I don't care. I made a commitment to myself (to finish a marathon by my birthday) and to Jack.

And you know what? I'll fulfill them both.

Stop the presses

2009-09-10T13:36:00.000-07:00

Y'all, I ran today.

Which is earth shattering considering the month of August was peppered with illness and injury (I'm still battling whatever this condition I have is--landed me in the damn ER last week), so, September is looking good so far.

I managed 9.4 miles on Saturday with my friend and his group. Albeit, it was the slowest I have ran in probably at least a year, which was mildly embarrassing, but, it was pain free. I stopped at 9.4 because that was near my house and I had 12 on my schedule, but, knew I couldn't make it. Better safe than sorry (the Little Red Runner of two months ago would have said that, but, she's clearly the reason I'm battling injury now!).

It was fantastic. It was early (we met at 5:30). It was cool. It was wonderful. I had to push myself to even barely keep up with them, which meant very few walk breaks.

I felt great the entire day--no pain!

On Monday morning, I hit snooze about 500 times before peeling myself out of bed and going for a run. Initially, I had debated signing up for a 10k on my favorite course, but, it didn't start until 8 and the race is in a town 30 minutes away, which meant I would be saying goodbye to my morning. Of course, this had me thinking I should run my own 10k. Funny story. I tried to increase my speed (again, funny story), and was kicking my own ass by mile 2. I finished 4.15 hard miles and called it a day. Went home, turned on the Food Network and did 30 minutes of lower body strength moves. This is growth people! Growth. I would have just pushed through and forced myself to do the additional miles, no matter how tired I was or how much pain I was in. This my friends, is stupid. Don't do it. It leads to injury. I should know. I did it.

(plus, I didn't fuel correctly before my run and felt like I was going to puke the entire time, so, that made things ultra awesome)

I spent a few days sick this week, so, running today was absolutely glorious. I even called my husband to tell him.

No, it wasn't fast. No, it wasn't on my beloved trail. But, it was running. What started as "just make it 30 minutes" soon became "make it a 5 mile tempo run" which evolved into 5.5, then, an even 6.

It felt good.

And, hopefully ::knocks on wood:: I might just be, back in the game.

As they say.

Taking a break

2009-09-04T12:07:00.000-07:00

I've got a race on my schedule for tomorrow. It's a 5 miler with breakfast afterwards. Sounds awesome in theory. I even promised a friend I'd run it with him. Totally excited to run with him, we haven't run together since our 4th of July 10k.

But.

But.

But.

I'm just not feelin' it. And not in a "I don't want to run" type of way, no, I'm just over this rigid structure I've been on with my training group (which my husband finds wildly hilarious because I am a very structured person).

The thing I love about running is that you can just go--just go and do it.

For me, the highlight was Saturday mornings was quietly shutting my front door, running down to the trail and just thump thump thumping down the trail with my music and the outdoors. I never really had a set route, only the miles I needed to get in and I knew the trail well enough to know the mile markers. I was free.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love my training group. They are a fabulous group of people and I've made some great friends. Having the encouragement on long runs is great.

But sometimes, I just want to go. I don't want to drive 15 minutes, fight for a parking spot (at 5:45 AM, mind you) then wait around until after 6 when we head out.

I've had to take the last two weeks off running (I did manage a 14 miler last Saturday), which was been due to injury and illness, so, I know I won't be on my A Game tomorrow. Plus, we're supposed to run 6 miles before the race. I don't know about you, but, running 6 miles, then hanging out for 45 minutes before the race starts and then racing 5 miles just doesn't sound enjoyable to me. Sure, it would push me, because I've never "run" then "raced" before, but, as I am battling illness and injury, it doesn't really seem smart either.

No, instead, I think tomorrow I will ditch out on my running group and join a colleague of mine to run with his friends.

For a gal who needs to remember why she runs in the first place, a change of scenery may be just the ticket.

I'm excited. Excited to get back to my trail. Excited to meet new people.

Excited to remember why I love running.

Mostly, I'm excited because right now, my calf doesn't hurt.

I don't know how far I'll make it (I haven't done anything this week--no spinning, no running, nothing), I don't know how fast I'll go. But, that's OK. I'm looking forward to running. And that's really all that matters.

And done!

2009-08-25T14:19:00.000-07:00

I did it!

I completed a half marathon.

It was the strangest, weirdest run of my life.

Emotionally taxing, challenging on all levels (the course seriously sucked!) but one of the best experiences of my life.

The high didn't hit me until I got home and I broke into tears--I couldn't believe I had done it. Sure, I've run 16 milers before, but, this was different. This was a race. This was huge.

Not many people can say they've done this. But I can.

And I've got the medal to prove it.

Good luck getting it off my neck (no, seriously, I've worn my race shirt every night and I may have cooked dinner while wearing my medal).

Full race report coming soon.

Thanks so much for your support! I couldn't have done it without you!

13.1

2009-08-20T08:24:00.000-07:00

This weekend is "the big race"--well, of sorts. I still have some time before my marathon (November 22nd!), but, this weekend is my first half marathon.

I've run the distance plenty of times and I know I can handle it. But, I'm not going to lie--I'm nervous! And giddily excited as well. I've worked hard for this and I'm excited to really push myself--I mean, 13.1 miles "racing" is going to be more intense than any of my 16 milers I'm sure.

I'm feeling better--still having some issues with the IT band and shin/knee, but, soooo much better than it has been in months, and running has been great the last two weeks (including ass kicking 9 miler full of hills last weekend--literally, not a single mile went by that we weren't climbing!), so, I'm confident and excited for this weekend.

Now, let's just cross our fingers and hope that I'll run strong, be injury free and thus able to run my next race on August 30th!

I can't wait to give y'all the update on Monday morning!

Back in the game

2009-08-07T07:26:00.000-07:00

Kind of.

Do you know how hard it is to "take it easy"? It's pretty damn hard y'all! And I don't say that in a "oh look at me, I'm so hardcore" type of way--I mean that in general. We are all overworked, overstressed and overrun! It can apply to anything and damn near everything in our lives.

A few weeks ago, I got really sick. As y'all know, I battle a wheat and dairy allergy, but have been keeping it under control for the most part. And then a few weeks ago, I have no earthly idea what I ate, but, I was sick basically for an entire week. This meant that I ran a total of about 9 miles that week. It was heartbreaking. Not only was I sick, but my freaking leg was killing me. I mean, walking would have me in tears.

I managed to make it 14 miles on Saturday which I'm sure is due to the fact that I barely ran last week (now, lets be clear, my legs were not having it--not my IT band or calf per say, but, pounding the pavement is much different than riding a bike, that's for sure!).

And I took Monday off, saw a sports injury therapist and struggled to get 4 miles out on Tuesday (in retrospect, I should have probably taken Tuesday off too, but, oh well). Again, not so much pain, but, holy moly, what a week off will do to your cardio limits--I kid not.

But, this week, even with exhaustion setting in, I have managed to run--and do it mostly pain free. Making sure to stretch after each run, and chill with my foam roller--'tis good.

Not 100%, but better.

And we're going on a lake trip with some youth tomorrow, so, there's no way I'll get in my usual double digit weekend run, but, at this point, that may be a good thing.

So, for now, I'm back in the game!

Letting Go

2009-07-28T13:59:00.000-07:00

It's been a rough couple of weeks.

I started struggling with some IT Band issues at the beginning of the month and have luckily (knock on wood) seem to have kicked those. Thanks to lots of stretching, hours on the foam roller, and Advil.

I also attribute my recent conquering of the IT Band to positive thinking and meditation. I recently read this article and I really believe its message. After all, it was several meditation sessions that got me prepped for my 15k race.

It seems as if the IT Band pain has now manifested itself in my calf and Achilles. Which is killer. It hurts to walk. It hurts to do weights on my legs, and running is out of the question.

I've been battling back tears about it all day because today was really the first time I literally couldn't run. 30 seconds on the treadmill and I was in tears.

But, instead of going home and calling it a day, I hopped on a bike and rode 11 miles in 47 minutes--and was sweaty as all get out. I love that sweaty workout feeling!

I then did some abs and some arms.

I think that I need to meditate some more, and really let go of the things I'm keeping with me.

Lately, I think it's really been a depression or an overactive imagination based on my weight--and especially my midsection. It's always been the part of me that I have battled with. I'm never going to have a 6 pack. I need to accept that.

I need to be happy with what I do have. I need to be grateful to running for what it's given me.

Today, as I was watching myself in the mirror with my weights, I realized that I finally have semi defined shoulders again--my arms look toned. My legs are thin and sculpted.

My hips, butt and stomach may not be what I want, but, I realize that the extra padding will probably come in handy when I want to have kids.

Running inspired me to start lifting weights. Running gave me legs I'm proud of and arms that made me smile.

I need to let go of negativity surrounding me and be grateful for the body I do have. After all, there is no one else out there with my legs, with my hands, with my body.

Sure, I'm not perfect.

But, I'm me.

And hopefully, in letting go of that, the stress and pain will be released.

And I'll be back to running.

I challenge you all to release any negative feelings you have towards yourself. Channel the good-channel your talents. I promise you'll see results. But you gotta stick with it. As evidenced by my lack of meditation and thus, injury. Sure.

Holy Guacamole

2009-07-22T07:40:00.000-07:00

I ran 9 miles this morning.

Before work.

Um...

I'm pretty sure I'll spend the rest of the day applauding my awesomness (care to join?).

After all, these hips aren't going to shrink on their own!

Happy Wednesday!

When things 'click'

2009-07-11T15:26:00.000-07:00

If you've been reading along the adventures of my life for any amount of time (a day?) you know that things don't often 'click' for the Shabby Princess/Little Red Runner. It's more of a crash and burn, or you know, somewhat hilarious disaster.

But, sometimes, sometimes things click.

Today's run?

Heaven.

I got up at (gulp) 5:20 and was out the door and running by 5:38 (am I ill?) and managed to run to the meeting place with my training group and after a whole heck of a lot of chatting from our leaders, got started with them for another 6 miles.

The first few miles did kind of suck because at this point it had been over 1 hour since I finished my first 6 miles, so, my legs were feelin' a little like lead, but, once they loosened up, it was awesome. The run was rather easy (I totally need to move up a pace group), chatted with some sweet ladies and managed a few miles of trail running (!)--including an awesome face plant.

When the husband and the puppies came to pick me up after the run, I swear I was glowing (and glistening and all the all ladylike words for you know, oozing sweat)--but, I was thrilled.

Nothing makes you feel more like a badass than having your pace leader be amazed that you'd already tackled 6 miles. And that you finished the last 6 effortlessly.

I heart running.

Who would have ever thought? (not me)

Zen

2009-07-08T11:29:00.001-07:00

Today I plugged away on the treadmill for an 8 mile tempo run. I cannot stand running anything over 7 miles on the treadmill. It bores me, it hurts my knees and I hate that I'm constantly looking at the time. Bleh! But, tempo runs are not my thing, and the treadmill keeps me accountable. So off to the 'mill I went.

I finished strong and felt really proud of myself for doing it--even though at 5:15, a few minutes before my alarm goes off, my doggie Ella Mae snuggled herself into my back and I just felt like I could lay there forever with her.

Alas, I got up, got dressed and got out the door.

I made it to the office on time, with muffins in tow and have had a productive morning thus far--conference call and everything!

At lunch, I took some time for me and went to yoga--it was seriously the best class I've been to in ages. For whatever reason I felt really OK with myself. I tend to get really depressed about my looks and get down on myself for "ruining" my run with "bad" food and was definitely in a funk last night. But, I felt strong, healthy and happy. It was seriously an awesome class.

Today's eats included a g free banana, blueberry and oatmeal muffin (yum!), organic fuji apple, a sammie made with g free English Muffin, turkey and spinach. Leftover chicken enchiladas for dinner--and then meeting with my marathon training group for the first time tonight! Yippee!

Anyways, I just wanted to share my "zen moment" of the day and hope that you all find some time today to take care of YOU.

Good Eats

2009-07-06T19:14:00.000-07:00

I strive to be a yummy gal--and eat only yummy foods. Foods that taste yummy and that are yummy for the body. Easier said than done when you have a raging sweet tooth, but, I'm trying.

I'm learning that if I balance each meal with some fat and protein, it really keeps me satisfied. I haven't really been counting my WW points the last few weeks, and I know I've gained a few lbs, which is annoying as heck, but, with as many miles as I'm logging, 18 points just won't cut it--and I find that I rely too heavily on processed foods with WW--not good for me!

Here's a sampling of the yumminess I've been feasting on lately....Which may account for the expanding waistline--I just need to find balance. That's what life is all about anyway, isn't it? Balance.

Anniversary dessert at Roy's. Holy yum flourless chocolate cake.

Not food related, but, obligatory anniversary photo.

Post race breakfast/brunch/lunch (?). My patriotic g-free English Muffin topped with strawberry jam on one, blackberry on the other, and a little squirt of whipped cream. In theory, it's red white and blue. And of course, a SuperCharge Me cookie. Yum!

Yikes! Post race, post shower, sans makeup. I was really hungry. Giving my meal the thumbs up before it was off to the sofa to watch the Tour.

4th of July dessert: again, with the red, white and blue. We had Whole Wheat sugar biscuits filled with strawberries, blackberries and blueberries, smothered in whipped cream. Yum-tastic. I might have had 2. Or 3. I'm not telling.

Any delicious eats in your nick of the woods?

Patriotic Runner

2009-07-06T09:10:00.000-07:00

Sportin' my red (I am the Little Red Runner after all).... um, the white and blue...maybe not so much.

Not my favorite race picture, but, I'll take what I can get.

Let's be honest: this is how I look when I run. Please still be my friends!

Race re-cap and Garmin review coming soon!

Independence 10k

2009-07-04T09:16:00.000-07:00

Let's just be clear: races that start at 8AM when it's already 95 degrees out are not going to be good races.

Yep.

But, I finished. Very sweatily, but, a finish is a finish right?

Official marathon training group starts next week. Eeeek!!

Happy 4th everyone! Be sure to thank our servicemen and women for all they do and have done for us--we're so lucky to live in America!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pass out! It's flippin' hot.

Will I never learn?

2009-06-30T11:55:00.001-07:00

No, I clearly will not.

Just took a body sculpt class on my lunch break. I try to make it there every Tuesday. The summer instructor is awesome and I love her.

She wasn't here today. Nope. We had a sub.

I just have a knack for getting the crazy (and by 'crazy', I mean awesome, of course) instructors.

If it's not Salma Hayek's long lost twin , it's a size 00 Russian who I'm pretty sure could kick James Bond's ass.

The thought of moving is painful.

Thank goodness I have a few Ella Cookies waiting for me at home.

And that lunch was steamed broccoli with kidney beans and salsa. Because everything is better with salsa.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find some Advil. Stat.

Ella Cookies

2009-06-29T18:29:00.000-07:00

We call our beagle, Ella, our little monkey--and these are monkey cookies (a la chunky monkey ice cream)--so, we call these Ella cookies.

So yum! One of my favorite flavor combinations ever. Seriously. And I'm a cookie connoisseur, don't you know?

This is based off a Cooking Light recipe, but, I'd adapted it somewhat.

Enjoy!

Ella Cookies (aka Monkey Cookies):

Ingredients

* 1/2 cup mashed ripe banana (about 1 medium)
* 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
* 1/4 cup butter, softened
* 1/4 cup granulated sugar
* 1.5 teaspoon vanilla extract
* 1 large egg
* 2-3 generous tbsp peanut butter (chunky or smooth)
* 1 cup flour
* 1/4 cup whole wheat flour (or you can use 1 1/4 cups all purpose flour)
* 2 cups old-fashioned oats
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips

1. Preheat oven to 350°.

2. Combine first 5 ingredients in a large bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed until smooth. Add egg; beat well. Stir in peanut butter.

3. Spoon flour into dry measuring cups; level with a knife. Combine flour, oats, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl, stir. Add flour mixture to banana mixture in bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed until well blended. Stir in chocolate chips.

4. Drop batter by heaping tablespoonfuls 2 inches apart onto baking sheets coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350° for 18 minutes or until golden. Cool on pans 2 minutes.

These are easily adaptable as well--you could use milk chocolate chips, and/or peanut butter chips (my favorite)--soooo many options--and sooo yummy.

These are a household favorite. Of course, these aren't g free or anything, or healthy, but, so worth every bite I tell you.

Manic Monday

2009-06-29T06:52:00.000-07:00

I'm fairly certain that despite my efforts to squash the total body breakdown that came with the 16 miler (um, cookies anyone? I made two more batches last night--tell me peanut butter banana chocolate chip doesn't sound divine?), I am in recovery mode now.

I completely understand why it takes weeks to recover from a marathon.

Saturday night I was laid up with a migraine and spent yesterday trying to keep my eyes open.

I could barely get out of bed this AM and stumbled through my 7 miles on the treadmill. After each step, I debated stopping and going home to sleep for a few more minutes. But, I didn't. I powered through. I hated every second of it, mind you, but, I did it.

I'm not at work, with another migraine. Yikes. Totally sucky, but, I feel so very accomplished.

Luckily, it's a short week.

And even though I feel beat to shreds, knowing I can run 16 miles is an awesome feeling.

I'm tapering back on my long runs for the next few weeks, so that'll be interesting, but, it should give my body--and most importantly, my feetsies, a nice break.

Well, I better go--I need to track down some caffeine if I'm going to make it through the day!

PS. I finally broke down and purchased a Garmin. I'll tell you all about it soon. Hands down, the best money I have spent in a long time.

Steamy Saturday

2009-06-27T14:17:00.000-07:00

I got up before the sun this morning to get my mileage in before the hot Texas sun got too bad. Note to self: the lovely breeze I was expecting to come off the lake, was actually a freaking hot wind. ICK.

I took my sunglasses because I figure I need to protect my eyes better, and I'm sure I looked hilarious jogging in the dark with my sunglasses on my head! Ha!

16 miles today. Whew. It was seriously painful and I debated calling my husband to come pick me up on several occasions.

Miles 1-10 were pretty good--I rested at mile 8 to refill my water and stretch--those first 10 were just liberating, if you will--considering I was running the lake loop again (this time by myself) and conquering the hills was really empowering. Also, stopping and starting really burns the knees. Lesson learned.

Miles 10-13 were purely mental. I knew that I had done 14 last week, so, 13 would be cake. Mile 0 mile marker, where I hit 13.0 miles is my usual turn around point on the trail, so, for me, it's kind of "all downhill from there"--I know I'm close to home, it's all very encouraging. Problem is, I'm only 2 miles from home at that point.

Yikes. 14-15 wasn't too bad. I mean, it sucked, but, once I hit mile 15 it was beyond mental. It was seriously some of the most painful running I've ever done. My legs hurt, I could feel the blisters being squished with each step--ohh man, I wanted to quit. It took literally everything I had to kep going. And I wouldn't say that what I was doing the last .2 miles is was we would call running. It was basically "keep moving". Annnd that's what I did until mile 16. I was toast.

10.2 miles more? Whew. Thoughts of a marathon are starting to scare the bejeezus out of me. But heck, I can do it! (right?)

Plus, I knew that I had a batch (well, um, half batch?) of Super Charge Me cookies (from Eat, Drink and Be Vegan) waiting. I've really been craving cookies and or muffins lately, and with my gluten/wheat allergy I usually use a mix from Whole Foods, but, it's not my favorite, so, I made these cookies last night and oh my heavens! Soooo good. My husband even liked them. And he is not gluten free, has never and will never be vegan, but he liked them! Totally great way to finish a run.

I finished up the afternoon by returning a running skort (new trend I was unaware of?) to Target (too big) and am now watching Burn Notice on DVD and nursing a headache (heat exhaustion?).

Sounds like a fantastic afternoon to me!

Happy Saturday!

Milestones

2009-06-24T07:46:00.000-07:00

In every runners, or, in anyone's life, really, there are milestones. Big ones, little ones, sentimental ones, etc. And I'm a total nerd who makes note of these milestones in my life. They usually involve concert dates, first dates, weight loss, etc. Currently, however, my big milestones involve running.

A few weeks ago I ventured out into the double digits, which was scary but very rewarding and exciting. It was a big moment in my "running life".

Last weekend, I ran the lake loop. My town has this great lake that is used by runners, cyclists, walkers, families, etc. It's great. I used to run it in college but, not usually the whole thing, and not very often.

On Friday afternoon, a co-worker convinced me to join him for a lake loop (honestly, I've been avoiding the lake because it intimidates me--what, am I 5?)--and inspired me to hit my mileage (ahem, 14) by running to the lake from my house, meeting him there, and running home.

Whew. This meant waking up at 5:45 on Saturday. Saturday people. I'm sure that's a crime in 49 states. But, with naive optimism, I bounded out the door at 6 AM.

If nothing else, running the lake is inspiring--mainly because you see a bunch of size 00 women out there not even breaking a sweat at a 7 minute mile--now, if that's not inspiration, I don't know what is.

It's a milestone to all the runners in my area--you do the lake loop, you're a runner. Yay me!

It was a hard run. I forgot how hilly the lake is and it was flippin' hot. I also popped a blister around mile 8, which was a total pain (literally). But, I finished. I took a break for some ice water at the parking lot with my co-worker and after a few minutes of chatting, took off for my house.

I literally wanted to die when I walked in the door of my house, and there were a few moments on that run when I really thought I was going to toss my cookies (note: co-worker is male, and a lot taller than me, which means, Stumpy Legs over here has to work twice as hard to keep up), but, I didn't!

I finished the run with an ice bath (verdict: I would not have survived the Titanic), and yummy oatmeal "pancakes" (since y'all know I have been craving pancakes for weeks).

This week, I'm going for 16. It's already stressing me out--but in a good way.

Anyways, if you stuck around for that ramble, you're awesome!

What are some milestones in your life?

PS. Stopped by Target on the way home last night for some dog food and wouldn't ya know it, I found some things I needed (but didn't buy!)? Target has way cute workout gear on sale right now (well, mine does)--and they had a great selection of dry fabrics (which we runners love) and cute styles. I'm all about the Under Armour and Nike lovely goodness, but, sometimes a girl needs a pair of shorts for under $20. So, if you're in the market, go check out your local Target--I'm sure you'll find something you like. (also found at Target last night: Jell-O Sugar Free 60 Calorie Mint Fudge pudding. Yes, mint fudge. Heaven....)

You Win Some, You Lose Some

2009-06-17T06:52:00.000-07:00

Win: My first real "speedwork" today. Totally kicked my ass. I was actually a little bummed to see when I plotted my times into RunningAhead that my overall wasn't really any faster than my run on Monday. Gr! But, the actual interval portions were intense, so, of course I jogged a lot slower on the recovery than I would have on my normal runs. Plus, I'm sure I burned way more calories than usual.

Lose: Running has deflated my chest. Not that I was busty to begin with, but, I had to go buy all new bras a few weeks ago. It was kind of depressing. But, my sister and I have always said we'd rather be thin and small chested than chubby with big boobs. So, thin and small chested it is!

You'll be happy to know that I put the peanut butter in the freezer. Now, I can't eat it. Victory!

Happy Wednesday, y'all!

The evils of my pantry

2009-06-15T14:57:00.000-07:00

Why I should not be allowed to go to Central Market alone:

I come home with peanut butter.

I'm really picky about my "nut butters" and cannot stand the kind with salt, sugar or oil--which pretty much eliminates the grocery store varieties. This is really just a palate thing--it took me a long time to like natural, clean peanut butters and whatnot, but now, after 5 years, Jiff tastes too sweet (oh but I do love it).

There's only one store in my area that sells the natural crunchy PB that I like (and another sells the creamy. My grocery shopping is way too difficult).

I bought a jar on Wednesday.

It's half empty.

Awesome.

I have a problem.

What are your "healthy" food addictions? (and yes I realize that PB isn't that healthy, but, it could be a lot worse, right?)

Also, my Target was having a sale on ladies workout gear--awesome deals. Check your local Target and see if you can find any deals!!

Rainstorms and 12 miles

2009-06-13T13:47:00.000-07:00

Story of my running life--I do my weekend long runs on the trail by my house. It's a beautiful trail with parts brimming with honeysuckle (which I adore because it reminds me of my childhood home) and nicely shaded. Problem is, the trail runs parallel to a creek and after it rains, the trail is insanely muddy and I mean so muddy that it gets impassible at parts. Totally annnoying.

We had 8 inches of rain here on Wednesday night/Thursday morning and I was petrified that the trail would be covered in mud and ickiness, but the thought of waiting until the gym opens at 8AM and running that distance on the treadmill makes me sick.

Luckily, the city got things under control and the trail was beautiful.

I ran 12 miles today!

After my last two 10 mile runs that we less than spectacular, I was really nervous--and had a stomach ache this AM, so, I was really scared that I would totally suck this run. (sidenote: it's all mental, kids, it's all mental!)

It was actually better than either of my 10 milers!! I felt strong, and confident and once I hit my turnaround point, I was positively glowing (not just from the sweat!). Besides, I get so far out from my house that even if I'm dead tired and want to quit, I know that running home will get me done quicker than walking! Ha, great mental trick, by the way.

Maybe the whole not runnning on Friday's really does make a difference?? I was so scared it would backfire, but, turns out, it doesn't!

At around mile 10 I ran into a friend, which was awesome because I never see anyone I know on my runs. And it was a nice break to chat for a few minutes. Yay for other weekend warriors!!

I have 14 on the schedule for next week, but, I think I'm going to scale it back a little bit and do 12 miles again next week rather than 14--I was pretty dead at the end. Doing two 10 milers I think really prepared me for 12, so, I'm using that same logic for 14.

I think for my 14 miler I'll have to make myself a cake or something. Ha! Judge away. I try not to use food as a reward, but, I'm usually so hungry after those kind of runs! Today I made myself some gluten free chocolate chip cookies--I have been craving chocolate chip cookies for several days and let me tell you, they hit the spot. YUM.

I won't tell you how many I ate, but, you know, tomorrow's another day.

Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend! It's hot here--too hot to lay out, so I'm hunkered down with DVDs of Friends and my cookies. Awesome.

Thanks for all your support!! It makes my runs toward 26.2 so much better!

Hot Mama

2009-06-03T07:42:00.000-07:00

No, I'm clearly not a hot mama--yet--but, my whole goal in life (judge away) is to be a hot mama, and look damn good at Mommy and Me. Shallow? Yes. A goal to keep me focused on being in shape and healthy? Yes. So, it's kind of win-win.

Anyways, from late March to the end of April, I was taking a "body sculpt" class once or twice a week. During May, things got too crazy and work, and I'd try to fit in some lunges, squats, push ups and what not after my runs--nothing major, 20 minutes or so, and call it a day because hey, at least I was lifting something.

Yesterday, I was able to go back to my beloved class, and let me tell you what a difference I feel! I can't even believe it. Yesterday, I was feeling bloated, fat, and well, totally depressed (and am battling the onset of a cold--Zicam and DayQuil= my bff). But, I told myself I'd feel better after class. And, I did. But I still felt fat.

This morning, when I woke up--holy moly, worlds different. My abs feel "tucked in" if you will, my booty feels firmer, and I ran better than I did on Monday. Sure, I'm a little sore--but I love it. Going to an actual class I think is the key--you have an instructor to keep you motivated, push you past where you want to stop, and who is very creative in finding "moves" that work basically every major muscle group. We did sliding lunges which not only work the legs, but, totally engage your tummy--hence, non bloaty belly today.

I feel refreshed and energized about working out again and am thrilled. Plus, all those lunges do wonders--my legs are on their way to being Hot Mama Legs.

The class is only offered once a week during the summer months, but, I plan to supplement that with a Butt, Hips and Thighs DVD and yoga. I've got to purchase some dumbbells for the DVD, but, I'll let you know how that goes.

It's not just running or cardio that gets you thin, it's working your muscles too! Plus, if you are a runner, all those squats and lunges really do help you power through on the runs. Wa whoo!

"Damn You Fifteens"

2009-06-01T13:30:00.000-07:00

My all time favorite TV show is Friends--and there's an episode where Joey loses his health insurance and gets a hernia while weight lifting--his response? "Damn you fifteens!".

That is how I felt around mile 9 on my first ever 10 mile run.

I've been running 8.5 miles on the weekends pretty regularly, and after my last one, I kind of felt like "that was it?". So, I got a wee bit cocky. Which was dumb.

Because, for me, that leap from 8.5 to 10 was intense. My legs hurt like crazy (maybe the 6 miles on Friday didn't help?). I was insanely thirsty (I drank plenty of water on the run--trust this), I was tired, I was just "off". It was clearly not my best run, but, I kept repeating "26.2, 26.2, 26.2" in my head and that pulled me through it.

Although, at mile 9, I got the worst (and I mean worst) side stitch I have ever had in my life. And I haven't had one in ages, so, this was totally sucky. It started at my chest, crossed my belly and went into my hip. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't walk, I was a sitting duck. Literally.

I was so pissed off because are you kidding me mile 9? Seriously! I felt like I had a hernia or something so I was violently checking to make sure nothing was poking out, so to speak. No hernia, just side stitch from hell.

But I powered on for like .10 of a mile before calling it quits and turning around to jog home. Literally, 30 steps into it, the thing goes away. I roll my eyes, smile and turn back around the other way.

I powered through and finished 10.1. I won't tell you how long it took. This is after all, my blog.

When I got home I showered, downed some water, and made myself a little breakfast taco. Can I tell you how much I miss flour tortillas? Because I do. A whole lot.

My knees hurt like heck that night and it was actually hard to sleep. Sunday was worse--but, I blame that on the fact that the last 3 weeks have been an emotional and sleep deprived roller coaster, so, I slept most of Sunday, giving my body a much needed break (as in I fell asleep--and might have drooled while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives--I never fall asleep with Guy!)

I ran 6.25 this AM and felt great--it was hill work, so I was slower than I would have liked, but, with achy knees, I'm useless.

On the advice of friends, I will be icing my knees tonight. Lovely.

I know that 10 miles isn't huge, but, it was my first double digit. I finished it, and I'm really looking forward to busting it out again this weekend and feeling even better about my time--I know I can do it now.

I also know that I need to edit my running mix on my iPod. My "speed song" came on too early (mileage wise) on this route and I need it at a very specific place. Anyone have any good "speed songs?" (you know, songs that just make your legs turn over faster and faster for the duration of the song).

Have a great day guys!

Today's The Day

2009-05-29T11:38:00.000-07:00

Thanks to it being payday and all, today is the day I will sign up for the full marathon. Holy yikes.

I've got a lot of race signing up to do with this paycheck--including joining the local runners club. Who knew I'd ever be a runner?

I really am a testament to what a person can do. Last year, at this time, I was lucky to make it 20 minutes on a run and was maybe working out 3 times a week--if that.

Anyone can run. I'm not saying everyone will, or that everyone will love it, but, it's amazing what you are capable of if you just "power through".

Wish me luck--tomorrow, I'm running my first double digit run! 10 miles baby.

Happy Friday!

Fuel for the road (or trail)

2009-05-27T07:44:00.000-07:00

I'm a huge fan of Clif Shot Blocks to rev me before a run (I like the orange with caffeine), but, they taste kind of funky to me when I'm out there sweatin' in the sun. So, I've been on the hunt for something different.

Success!

After my race on Monday, I made a little pit stop at le Target for some Bermuda shorts, soda and you know, a new bathing suit (do people call them "bathing suits" anymore?). I casually stopped by the "diet aisle" looking for Muscle Milk Light (I haven't actually tried this--I'm more of a EAS Myoplex Light girl myself, and that is only on rare occasions) and stumbled upon Sharkies.

They were on sale so I bought the Watermelon Scream and then a pack of the Tropical Splash Sharkies for Kids because I was freaking ravenous (not sure why kids need energy chews, but, that's besides the point). Let me tell you they are YUM.

The big reason I was drawn to them (besides the sale) was the fact that they are organic and gluten free. I'm sure that the Shot Blocks are gluten free too, but, I notice that sometimes they upset my stomach--Sharkies do not.

So, going into my fuel belt for my 10 miler this weekend will be my handy dandy water bottle and a pack o' Sharkies.

If nothing else, it takes me back to my childhood and reminds me of eating Shark Bites (how awesome were those?).

And, it's a good day when you can find things like this at Target!

What's your favorite fuel?

Welcome!

2009-05-27T07:34:00.001-07:00

Welcome to Little Red Runner.

SP's home for all things running related.

I thought this might be a better way to ramble about running and training for my first marathon than to overtake my the land of TV, men with accents, Target shopping addictions and book writing.

Who knew there was more to SP?

Welcome!