tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28684894638727692242024-03-16T02:07:55.005-05:00Fair Weather RunnerBeing Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.comBlogger386125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-57405484834651425612012-08-06T13:26:00.001-05:002012-08-06T13:27:20.659-05:00not done, just moving on!I lied. I couldn't stay away from blogging. I think I was just done with THIS blog. It's run its course. Literally. I mean.... because you know.... I am a runner.... with a running blog.... see.... with the humor and the words.... its..... nevermind.<br />
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The point is, I have a new blog, in a new spot. Same me, different focus. I just like writing. I missed it. If you want to check out my new space, feel free. If not? It's been a good ride!<br />
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So here it is, the new spot: <b><a href="http://beingrobinson.wordpress.com/">Being Robinson</a></b><br />
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p.s. not gonna lie, wordpress is so killer! no offense blogspot, but our time here is done. thnks fr th mmrs.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-37677572879579518632012-07-16T09:36:00.001-05:002012-07-16T13:13:19.270-05:00hanging up my hat.I'm not sure if it will be for awhile, or for good, but after quite a bit of thought I've decided to hang up my blahgging hat. For now. I have a few posts I want to do to finish it all out (races from the past month mostly, and they are posts that will show up according to date: i.e. in the past). I'm only writing this because I wonder about bloggers that just randomly abandon their words. I didn't want to just randomly abandon my words.<br />
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So. I might be back, I might not. We shall see. This might last a few weeks, a few months, or forever. I'm just not sure. I will still run. I am forging my way into real triathlons (not just indoor, i have my second one coming up soon) and moving along in my life in general. And for now, blahgging just isn't working for me.<br />
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As a last note, I have big goals to run a 1:45 half marathon this fall, in October in my hometown race "Prairie Fire." The training has begun.<br />
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If you want to peek in on my little life feel free to do so on twitter @fairwxrunner or on flickr @ flickr.com/photos/fairwxrunner<br />
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Cheers to some fantastic runnings blahgesphere. I'll catch you on the flip side. Maybe later on around here, or maybe at some races in real life.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-65862229433729170102012-07-12T11:14:00.001-05:002012-07-19T10:41:02.274-05:00best part of my day. smile.I got to see this baby girl for all of 12 hours before we had to leave our vacation last week. My sweet niece, Aves. And her fluffy hair! It made me happy. I mean. THE SMILE! Again the joy with the sadness; the fun with the stress, these past few weeks... life is funny. <br />
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<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-45370699406909502582012-07-10T12:21:00.002-05:002012-07-10T16:32:50.924-05:00life interrupted.Oh, hi! How's it going? So. I've been gone for awhile! My life got interrupted a bit, but hopefully today (which is kind of my Monday) will put me back on track. For running, working, and life in general. Let's hope.<br />
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Last week marked my last vacation of the summer (sort of). What was intended to be a relaxing week at Beaver Lake with my family got turned upside down, sadly. To a three day trip. Due to the death of the Edder's Grandpa. We had a few days with my family, albeit a bit a stressful for us on the last one, at the lake. Which were lovely. Thankfully we made it back to town an hour before his Grandpa passed away.<br />
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The blessing in disguise being four unexpected days at home where we were able to be here for his family and get stuff done. We worked on putting our life back on a normal-ish track. Which felt good. Despite the circumstances.<br />
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Life interrupted. It happens to everyone. The good with the bad. The hectic with the peaceful. The joy with the sadness. It's life! At least it seems that way for my life.<br />
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So that's, that. I'm back from "vacation" and ready to get back into the swing of life. Hopefully. I can honestly say it feels GOOD to be back at work!<br />
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Running, which I haven't been doing thanks to my tendonitis (exception of a little race i did do while on vacation), is also making a comeback in my life. Starting with track night this evening. Somehow my running/workout schedule makes me feel like the rest of my life is on schedule. I like seeing my week mapped out on my calendar. Yeah. I'm that girl. That's kind of scary, really. But it's true. So with my workouts scheduled for the week, among everything else in our life, I feel like I'm back! Sigh of relief.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-19407483678746766702012-06-27T13:27:00.000-05:002012-06-27T13:42:58.700-05:00best part of my day. little yellow ball.Thanks to some nagging ankle pain, hip and quad/hamstring pain, I'm taking a running break this week. Just yoga for this girl. My body is protesting. Big time. In every way possible. Yesterday (and still this morning) I have been fighting off what feels like a stomach bug and impending sinus infection. My body is screaming at me for a break. It's been a bit nutty lately, sleep hasn't been a priority, nor has rest. So last night I gave in, skipped donning my track suit for speedwork night, and rested. I got bored after an hour.... but continued to rest it out.<br />
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I have a doctor appointment this morning regarding my little ankle issue.<i> **I wrote this too soon. Just went to the doctor, diagnosis of peroneal tendonitis. Looks like some RICE and PT for this girl. But it's all good, I go on vacation next week anyway!</i><br />
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So, my ankle/leg (obviously now we know my peroneal tendon). It's been nagging at me for about six weeks. It isn't getting worse, which is good, but it isn't getting better. So it was time to get it checked out. X-ray's gave the all clear that it wasn't the dreaded "S" word (stress fx in the tibia). Thank goodness, that was in the back of my mind.<br />
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<b>Onto the best part of my day. </b>Since I'm going easy on my body this week (and next, apparently), trying to get rid of pesky knots and aches and pains in my legs; every night I've been foam rolling, sticking and using the tennis ball for trigger point release.<br />
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<i>LIKE A BOSS!</i><br />
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The funny thing is that I had several tennis balls roaming around our house for my trigger use. They kept disappearing. I blamed the Edder, naturally, and went to Target to get a package of new tennis balls.<br />
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The mysterious missing tennis ball problem resolved itself last night. After I opened up my new can of awesome (i.e. little yellow balls) and sat on the floor to begin foam rolling, Milo came running into the bedroom. He promptly snorted around, picked up the tennis ball from beside my head after giving me kisses, and trotted off with it in his mouth. How in the.... he could smell the new tennis ball, I guess?! <br />
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So that explains that one. Now to find where he's hidden the rest. I let him keep that ball, we decided he was more excited about that new shiny yellow ball than he has been about anything recently. Because he took that ball straight to the Edder to play. <b>Please note</b>: milo doesn't fetch, his preferred method of playing with a ball involves us throwing it high in the air in different locations so he can jump for it. Silly herding dog.<br />
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<b>He kept that ball with him the rest of the night. Clearly. The fluffy toe fur sent me over the edge. He can have as many shiny yellow balls as he wants.</b><br />
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<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-38060561228434914272012-06-25T10:59:00.000-05:002012-06-25T10:59:01.459-05:00this is probably a bad idea.Me. Doing a for reals outdoor Triathlon next week. Don't worry, it's all of about 12 people 'competing' in this Tri. I got an exclusive invite thanks to my training buddy. I guess this means I should head to the pool and give swimming a shot for the first time in.... oh, you know.... FIVE MONTHS. Oh, and ride a road bike for more than 20 minutes (did that for the first time yesterday). <br />
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This may be a bad idea, I know I'm a slow swimmer, yesterday showed me I'm a very tentative and slow road biker. Mostly because I am not coordinated. I am terrified of falling. Because you can't fall off a bike in the gym.... well that made those indoor tri's much easier.<br />
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But this is the real deal. Saturday I will be lining up at 6:30a to swim in a lake, ride a road bike 10 miles and run. <br />
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With such a small field of competitors my greatest athletic fear may come to fruition. Which is that I come in last. Yeah, yeah, all that matters is that you finish, blahblahblah. I wish I could think that way, still working on that one.<br />
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After my last indoor tri, I am keeping my hopes and goals low. Because that thing was a big 'ol hot mess that sent me into a downward spiral of childish 'I WILL NEVER SWIM IN PUBLIC AGAIN' fits. There may have been a few tears. Mostly just because I cry a lot. That still doesn't mean I'd be happy to come in dead last this weekend. I hate being last in ANYTHING, it's called youngest kid in a big family syndrome.<br />
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The only upside here is that I will have my training buddy by my side, and I am far more comfortable in lakes than pools. I think what I discovered is that I like personal space, and in a lake, I can get away from other swimmers (even if i get off course and it slows me down a bit) if needed. Personal SPACE. I like it. A LOT. Unless it involves smothering my dog with snuggles and kisses. He gets no personal space. I mean, his paws smell like Frito's, can't resist smothering that boy.<br />
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Off to see if I can manage a 30 minute swim. Because I have no doubt that's how long it will take me to swim 600y in that lake next Saturday.... Floaties blown up, flippers on.... and GO.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-72186340725013189492012-06-19T11:33:00.000-05:002012-06-19T11:34:25.675-05:00hospital hill half marathon. 12.5 miles of awesome.And the rest was sort of hellish for my calves.<br />
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The Hospital Hill half marathon is held in Kansas City, it was the weekend following mine and Edder's 9th anniversary. So I dragged him to KC with me, to watch me run a half marathon for our anniversary. I excel at being a wife. Clearly. Thankfully he was game. There may have been promises of visits to Boulevard Brewery as bribery. <br />
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<b>Here is the race breakdown: </b><br />
- The weather was much cooler and less humid than I expected, which made for wonderful running conditions.<br />
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- This is obviously a hilly course, considering it's called hospital hill, that said, it actually wasn't as hilly as I anticipated. But still hilly.<br />
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- I loved this race, it was very well supported and well run. No complaints.<br />
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- I wanted to run this in under two hours, considering the hills I held back the entire race. Knowing my calves might seize up and start to hate me. This was a somewhat good call since by mile 12.5 my calves indeed began their full on protest.<br />
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-Somewhere after mile 10 I heard someone behind me say "is that fair weather runner?" which clearly got my attention! It turned out to be another runner from Wichita! And not just any runner, but a fellow blogger's dad. I've talked to him at many a race. How awesome to see him and his crew at the end, and at such a large race. <br />
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-I stuck with my new found Wichita group for the last few miles, which was really fantastic. It was a morale booster. It helped keep me going and helped distract me.<br />
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-Once we hit the last big hill of the race very close the end, my calves had it. They felt shot, I couldn't keep up with the little group anymore. I couldn't continue to push at a 7 minute pace that last half mile. I was bummed. And hurting.<br />
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-I finished, in pain, at 1:53. I'll take it! Much better than I had expected considering my training.<br />
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I had waited to post this for race pictures. Turns out I didn't need to do that, kind of bummed that the race pictures were less than stellar. As in the photogs were in only two spots on the course. For such a big race, I expected more. Not that I needed more pictures of myself, seeing how I looked like a white sausage stuffed into a casing of lululemon. Even still. It's nice to have race pictures, no matter what. How else can I be expected to remember what NOT to wear on race day?! <br />
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<i>*annnnnnd looking like sausage death. and being scared i wouldn't finish thanks to my calves* </i></div>
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I can live with the pain in my calves. I can grit my teeth through some pain, it's probably one thing I am fairly expert at. I've had my fair share. The thing I couldn't get past was the fear that my calves would seize up (okc marathon 2010 style) and leave me crumpled on the road. Dragged away crying and yelling at medics to let me finish. (DRAMA!!!) So I wimped out. Slowed down and hobbled to the finish, again. Just like I did in Prairie Fire in October.<br />
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Maybe someday in the future I will feel that cramping calf pain and be able to lose the fear that seizes me more than the pain, run through it and have a spectacular race. Maybe. I either need to man up and figure out how far I can push them without crumpling to the ground 2010 style or let the fear rule me. I think I'm gonna choose option one. It may end badly in a race, but how will I know how far I can push if I never try again?<br />
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Fear is pretty much the thing that gets me in every. single. race. When I try to do well. I hold back, I slow down, I don't push TOO hard. Always out of fear. It's time to lose that.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-68109962439708531642012-06-14T14:18:00.000-05:002012-06-14T14:20:03.632-05:00i put my track suit on!So. I still have a race report to write and have gobs of stories to share about my trip. Internetters? I love to blather. So hold on, lots-o-information will be coming your way the next few weeks.<br />
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First item of blather. Doing group track workouts. And how it didn't suck! Let's delve in.<br />
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Last week I went to a track workout, hosted by a local running store (GoRun). I had some company to go along with me so I didn't feel so very awkward and alone. Just somewhat awkward. Don't you people know me? I am awkward city! Seeing how I was fresh off a hilly half marathon I went into the workout knowing I wouldn't perform at my best.<br />
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And I didn't. I quit after half the workout:<br />
FWR DID - warm-up drills, 800, 1200, 1600, rest. stop. hobble home. cry a little. take aleve.<br />
GROUP DID - warm-up drills, 800, 1200, 1600, 1200, 800. <br />
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The good news is that I absolutely loved it. For the most part everyone was so friendly, nice, welcoming and not competitive. Which was a relief. Everyone was there to learn and get better. The coach is pretty steller, I'm a fan. So we decided to head back again this week and drag the running Katie along.<br />
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I have to admit, we had a blast. We got WORKED. We loved it. We left. We will return. This week's workout was to do four sets of 400's as many times as you could manage. Our little group (me,<a href="http://www.californiameaghan.blogspot.com/"> this girl</a> and the running katie) decided to stop after two sets. Track workouts are new to us, we will work our way up to more. That's what it's all about. I was pleased with our consistent pace of a 5K effort (about a 7:15 pace). I am giddy over the fact that two of my favorite people in the world, also run my same pace. It's a colliding of awesome in my world. <br />
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I look forward to doing track work all summer, and watching my improvement.<br />
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Then there was today. I headed out for a five mile lunch run, turned four mile shuffle. That was extremely ugly. C'est la Vie. Those runs happen. My legs were protesting the entire time. The combination of wind, heat, humidity, recent speedwork (in new free 5.0's) and general leg/body fatigue took a toll. But I slugged it out.<br />
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I slept nine delicious hours last night and still got up at 6:30 this morning. To a 20 pound cat laying on my chest purring at me and a fluffy dog taking up most of my side of the bed, giving me about two inches of room to myself. <i>Just the way I like it.</i> Mmmmm. Home. Except I forgot to get more coffee while at the store last night. AUGH!<br />
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I am ready to be home for the next three weeks. Where I can run when I want. Finish projects around the house. And remember to keep coffee in my cupboard. <br />
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In running news. I had some happy new Nike Free's waiting for me when I got home. My shoes! They finally arrived. The most bright and obnoxious lime-like color you have ever seen. You better believe I slapped those puppies on and enjoyed a walk/run with my dog. Despite my exhausted body, spirit and legs. Home. It makes me happy.<br />
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Sadz. I really, really enjoyed that race. And really, really want to blather about it. I want to share it with the WORLDDDDDDDD!! But do so with photograph. So wait I shall.<br />
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In other news. I am going to my first ever group track workout tonight. <a href="http://www.californiameaghan.blogspot.com/">THIS GIRL</a> talked me into it. The thing is this. You know I love myself some speedwork. I am a self professed lover of all things running torture. However, I am also a total hermit when it comes to said torture of tempos and intervals. When I go for speed, I go alone. (giggle all you 12 year olds out there....). Which makes me nervous to go try speedwork with a group of people. Intimidating. For me, anyway.<br />
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I think speedwork suits my nature. It's a challenge. I think of nothing else but the task at hand. And I get to be alone, internalize and concentrate. When I do speedwork and when I seriously race, I internalize deeply. I tune out the world, and tune into my little world of running. It's absolutely self-indulgent. And I absolutely love it. Crave it, even. In my best races I can look back and point to the fact that I deeply internalized during that race. I never did that in a marathon. Correlation? Hmmm. I think so.<br />
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Clearly this style of speedwork isn't conducive to running with others. But, I am always looking for a running challenge and to grow in my running. Since I'm not a bit interested in doing a billion marathons or ultra marathons, or what have yous; I am focused on getting faster. That said. I am sure this will be a good experience for me, pull me out of my running comfort zone a bit.<br />
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There are coaches at the track workouts. Of whom I can pick their speedy little brains for opinions, speed suggestions and workouts for my fall half marathon goals. Even mull my half marathon goals over with. That aspect I am excited about. I would love some outside opinion on what a coach thinks I might be able to pull off. Which will all hopefully tap deeper into my running well over the summer and produce good results this fall.<br />
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I'll let you know how ALL of the above pans out next week. Until then, have a great week of runnings. I'll miss reading all about it over the next week!Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-86591734129595656472012-06-04T09:31:00.001-05:002012-06-04T09:31:31.276-05:00best part of my day.Since I'm waiting on pictures from the Hospital Hill half marathon to show up in my inbox, I'll just post a different picture that I was sent over the weekend. At the Zoo LAST weekend with the fam. And a random zookeeper who decided to hang out with us for quite awhile. Which was entertaining.<br />
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<i>*my sisters and me, our boys, <a href="http://californiameaghan.blogspot.com/">this girl and her boys</a>, our dad WALKING (remember he broke his leg in february), and the kiddos. heading to see itty bitty baby goats. oh, and the zookeeper. </i></div>
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p.s. as a preview: i absolutely loved the hospital hill half marathon, it was way less hilly than i expected! and i made my goal of coming in under two hours with a finish time of 1:53:49. more later!Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-51717893140314168752012-05-31T09:50:00.001-05:002012-05-31T09:50:35.468-05:00two days to hospital hill.Maybe it was driving home in the pelting hail. Ducking every time a chunk hit my car. Cringing and hoping my windshield didn't shatter. Or the fact that I feel like everyday things just seem to go wrong this past week. Whatever it was, I was a ball of jitters last night. It's been one of those weeks, for the past two weeks, the kind where it seems whatever I touch turns to a steaming pile of poo.<br />
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It's little things, nothing major. Just little frustrations with things not working, things going wrong, you name it, unexpected frustrations. Whatever it was, last night I was feeling some old school race jitters. The kind I had before. When I myself was a ball of anxiety, nerves and depression. When every race got in my head and made me a wreck. Not fun.<br />
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Thankfully I woke up this morning feeling much better and more calm. Back to my (now) normal self, ready to tackle the half on Saturday. I'm excited to give this race a shot! I think it will be fun, not fast for me, but fun. My legs have been a little grumpy this week, but I've been foam rolling and sticking and yogaing daily this week. This morning my legs felt amazing. And itchy. Ready to run, without a doubt.<br />
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Despite all the time in the car, it was a good weekend. To sum: Full. Busy. Fun. Family. Good. We spent part of the weekend with my family here in town and part with the Edder's family at Lake Tenkiller in Oklahoma. 'Whirl' is the only way to describe it.<br />
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<b>Day 1:</b> We went to San Diego for a conference for Edder, and stayed in downtown SD. So while Edder spent each day at his conference, I hung out with my cousin until we all met up in the evenings. My cousin came and picked me up at the hotel each morning. The first day we happened upon an amazing coffee shop in Little Italy, stocked up on the good stuff and headed for Ocean Beach. Where we spent the day combing the surf shops, surfing and riding around on beach cruisers. <br />
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<i>*Ocean Beach and the longest pier on the West Coast*</i></div>
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<i>*my pitiful attempts at surfing, i was awful at it, but it was FUN*</i></div>
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<b>Day 2: </b>While Edder headed out for another day of exhilarating conferencing, my cousin and I headed out for a hike at Three Sisters. It. Was. Incredible. Pictures don't do it justice, but I'll post some anyway. After our hike in the back country we headed back, cleaned up, then went out to stuff our faces with Sushi and Sake. <br />
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<i>*the second of the 'three sisters' waterfalls. this was our prize for our hike. well worth it* </i></div>
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Since I have long abandoned Facebook, I started keeping pictures on Flickr. So if you wanna see more FWR life pictures, you can check my Flickr. If you so desire: <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/fairwxrunner">flickr.com/photos/fairwxrunner</a></div>
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<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-75332615766775351802012-05-21T10:19:00.000-05:002012-05-21T10:19:26.223-05:00two weeks to hospital hill. sufficient torture.After last week's training I'm finally feeling like I will survive my upcoming half marathon. My goal is still to run the half in under two hours. Considering my lack of endurance training lately, I'll be happy if I can do that. My current fear is that the hills will cause some major calf cramping, I'm trying to prepare for that in every way possible. So far, so good.<br />
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My training is on track. Preparations for the half have been made. Hotel, dinner reservations and other plans are made for the weekend.<br />
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Random aside: The race is on the weekend right after anniversary number nine--HOLY WHAT?!--for the Edder and I. Our tradition is to take a trip of some sort for every anniversary. This year we are just going to keep it low key and take the race weekend as our anni celebration. We are saving the big plans for year 10.<br />
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Continuing on. New running outfit for race is on order. New (hopefully obnoxious bright yellow or pink) Free's are being shipped from the Nike headquarters outlet this week (thanks to my sister's sister-in-law who works for nike). And my hair is set to be chopped off. I think that covers everything for this race. So basically. BRING IT.<br />
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<b>Week Eight of HH Training: </b><br />
Monday - 4 Mile Recovery Run<br />
Tuesday - Hot Yoga<br />
Wednesday - 4 Miles<br />
Thursday - 7 Mile Tempo w/ 5 @ 7:45 Pace<br />
(w/ inclines thrown in every half mile. my goal was to put myself through torture to practice for the half's humidity, heat and hills. torture sufficiently doled out. i slept well that night.)<br />
Friday - Rest<br />
Saturday - Rest (had planned on 3 or so miles, ended up doing yardwork instead)<br />
Sunday - 12 Miles<br />
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<b>Total Mileage = 27</b>Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-34890215756831745912012-05-18T11:09:00.001-05:002012-05-18T11:09:35.961-05:00best part of my day. goose watch 2012.Mama Goose is still hanging out protecting her eggs right outside an emergency exit at work. Our best guess is that the eggs will hatch in two weeks. In developing news Papa Goose is highly protective, he is starting to dive bomb employees in the parking lot. So then that's a good time.<br />
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That is all. Because GEESE!!! They're cute. <br />
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<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-36259457108034541402012-05-16T09:36:00.000-05:002012-05-16T09:36:20.239-05:00music. with a side of running.The past two years have changed my running landscape. From the way I approach running, some insights into why I run, to my running goals and even to my running shoes. I know there is a great debate among runners: to run with music or without. Each side has it's valid reasons.<br />
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The passion I have for music is something I am not willing to forsake during a run. I'm finding my niche in running lately, in regards to how I want to run, what works for me, and where to put my boundaries to dictate what I need in my running. In other words: I DO WHAT I WANT (oh wise cartman).<br />
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That statement sums up my latest change in running. American culture would likely say that's a selfish way to approach it. They also might say listening to music while running can be dangerous. But as an introvert who needs moments alone each day to keep myself in check and to ensure I'm happiest, I <i>need</i> to run alone sometimes. And I <i>need</i> to run with music.<br />
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Plain and simple. For me? Running and music go hand in hand. I can't imagine running without music. It's not even about the distraction for me. It could almost come down to this: I run in order to have time in my day to listen to my music. Uninterrupted.<br />
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The great debate about music and running will probably always be an issue. An issue of a runner's safety, of being able to stay in tune with your body, among other reasons. But for me, listening to music while I run makes me feel safe.* It makes me feel happy. It helps me stay more in tune with my body. It helps me express my frustration, my joy or my confusion. It helps me clear my head. It allows me to dwell on the good stuff. Or just plain figure shiz out.<br />
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Music is my fuel for running.<br />
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So, what's it for you? Music, or no? <br />
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<i>*i use my phone as my iPod, so i always have it on me. throw in runs with milo, runner ID, and i feel covered. </i>Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-78094446983085917842012-05-14T10:35:00.002-05:002012-05-14T10:38:13.064-05:00three weeks to hospital hill. blissed out.I'm not exactly sure what my deal is, but the past few weeks have brought a change to my legs. It's like they want to run. Badly. Farther and faster. If I don't run enough or at a certain pace it's like my legs turn into little monsters who refuse to calm down in the evenings. Bizarre.<br />
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Even my long run yesterday was something I didn't expect. I've been loathing longer distances but yesterday even after finishing 10 miles (with the last 6 at a pace I'm hoping to keep during the half) my legs weren't done. They were still antsy. I do think it's a fluke, and that it will pass. Until then I'll ride the 'legs just wanna run' wave and see what happens. <br />
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<b>Week Seven of HH Training: </b><br />
Monday - 4 miles<br />
Tuesday - 5 miles, hills<br />
Wednesday - double yoga, lunch class and evening hot<br />
Thursday - 3 miles with milo<br />
Friday - 5 miles, hills<br />
Saturday - Rest (even though my legs were driving me and the edder both crazy, i couldn't sit still)<br />
Sunday - 10 Miles (four with milo and some friends, six solo at a faster pace)<br />
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<i>he is wishing everyone a great running week* </i> </div>
<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-1721388164185313912012-05-11T16:42:00.000-05:002012-05-11T16:44:58.256-05:00best part of my day. put a bird on it!This Mama goose was found outside one of our emergency exits where I work. She is nesting, sitting on her eggs waiting for them to hatch. She won't be disturbed, we are hoping we can see the baby geese.<br />
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Because, holy goodness! Can you imagine? I mean, THE FLUFF!!!<br />
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<b>Put a Bird On It Watch: Day 1</b><br />
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<br />Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-16672366530445906872012-05-09T14:11:00.001-05:002012-05-09T14:11:52.836-05:00four weeks to hospital hill.I'm still in it. The game of training for a half marathon, that is. I'm done with teaching classes for the semester, I'm home for the next month and my body is cooperating. All in all I think I'll be able to run--not race, mind you--the Hospital Hill half well enough. I'm just approaching this as a late spring half marathon to keep my training momentum moving forward into summer. My goal race resides in the fall months, so I want to keep my mileage up and my speed on the downward slope.<br />
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In other random, yet running, news. I have my next marathon slated. Finally. Some friends and I, after a lovely break from marathons, will make a return to 26.2 next fall. Chicago 2013. I'm looking forward to it already! I have no intention of running a marathon before then, but never say never.<br /><br />
My running this week is going well, and while I didn't get in much running mileage last week, I'm comfortable with the replacement workouts I had. Short and sweet, that is pretty much all I've got. VERY exciting, obviously.<br />
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<b>Week Six of HH Training: </b><br />
Monday - 8 Miles<br />
Tuesday<b> - </b>Hot Yoga<br />
Wednesday - 3 Miles<br />
Thursday - Surfing (killer workout), Biking and Walking<br />
Friday - Intense 4 Mile Hike (about three hours)<br />
Saturday - Surfing and Walking<br />
Sunday - Airport people watching, not sure this burned calories<br />
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After an intense two-mile hike down to <b><a href="http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2008/jan/09/three-sisters-falls/">Three Sisters</a></b> waterfall in the San Diego back country, we took a break next to the waterfall to soak up the sun and the views. Spectacular. We hiked back out and at the end I realized I had just had one of the most satisfying experiences of my life. <br />
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More to come!Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-71383730931505063732012-04-27T11:36:00.000-05:002012-04-27T11:36:27.932-05:00six weeks to hospital hill.I feel like my life is a spiral of crazy right now. Not in a bad way, just in a busy way. Things I've known were coming my way for months are now here, and I'm all... "whaaaaaa? wait, no that's not for awhile yet." Uhhhhh, no. Things are coming at me left and right, and I need to catch up. Quickly.<br />
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I have a half marathon to run in six weeks. Hospital Hill is quickly approaching. I'm not going to race this, seeing how it will be hot as balls and humid. But that doesn't mean I want to just give up on it. I still want to do it in under two hours. And while my speed is in fine shape for that pace in a half, my endurance, not so much.<br />
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I'm worried about getting my longer miles in considering some upcoming travel. We are heading to San Diego next week, and while yes I can and do run on vacation, I don't want to obsess over getting in a 12 miler while I'm busy surfing, hiking, exploring and eating my way through a week of fun and relaxation.<br />
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Hopefully I can get in a few 12-milers in the weekends after my trip. That ball will be in my court. As in finally giving in, manning up, and running the longer miles I've been avoiding the past.... oh....six months or so.<br />
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In other news. Amid life, work, teaching, beer brewing business, distractions and not checking my 'running' email in about three months, I totally forgot about the NYC lottery drawing. Thanks to Twitter I was reminded, so I went and checked my email account and saw I didn't get in. I'm not disappointed by this information. One bit. For a variety of reasons. One being that my main marathon partner will be having a baby right around that time! SQUUUUUUEEEEEE!! Had I gotten in, I would have deferred. No fun in doing a 'dream' marathon alone, right? <br />
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<b>Week 4 of HH (hospital hill 1/2) Training: </b><b> </b><br />
Monday - 3 Miles Easy<br />
Tuesday - 5 Miles Easy<br />
Friday - 5 Miles Easy / Hot Yoga<br />
Saturday - 10 Miles (planned)<br />
Sunday - Hot Yoga (planned)Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-75980615229860410322012-04-24T11:43:00.000-05:002012-04-24T11:43:09.711-05:00best part of my day. getting away.It was really more my entire weekend. I spent the weekend in the Ozarks with my oldest sister and my cousin. We shopped like we meant it, ate some great food, slept a lot and piddled around. It was a much needed cousin weekend away. Back to reality, sadly. <br />
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If you've never been to that part of the country, you wouldn't know how beautiful it is. Sadly I didn't grab my camera on my way out the door and didn't get any really good pictures of where we were staying (at table rock lake). But it's beautiful down there. And not filled with hicks and rednecks like one might think. Just friendly people, beautiful scenery and lots of shopping! Did I mention the shopping? Shopping. It made me happy.Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-63674075126437519642012-04-18T12:52:00.000-05:002012-04-18T12:52:03.033-05:00st. patty's day 5k. livin' on the edge.<b>I wrote this two days after the race, which was a month ago. Still posting it anyway, because that's how I roll. At least I made sure to add pictures: </b><br />
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So about that race on Saturday. To actually race or NOT to race? Well that decision was made quite easily for me. For a variety of reasons. Lemme 'esplain.<br />
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a) I set my alarm for 6:30a since my friends were coming to my house around 7:30a to pick me up. And my alarm never went off. Excellent. I woke up at 7:15a.<br /><br />
b) My allergies hate me. Which means I can barely breathe let alone run well.<br /><br />
c) The girls and I.....well... we were under the impression the race started at 8:30a. Since that's what it had said on the race regi page. Annnnnnnd we were wrong. Our other friends running the race realized this fact and were actually there on time. We unintentionally bandited a race only because we got to a race that started at 8a, at 7:59a. Time to pick up packets? Um, no. Bandits! Even though we paid, we just didn't get to use our chips and bibs. So sad.<br />
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Therefore, AP beat me once again. The awesome part was the only reason we knew the race started at 8a is because of the starting line phone call we got from our other friends we were meeting at the race. Telling me AP was going to race without me. We were confused. We talked it out. I shared that AP could have the win because my sinuses hate me and obviously we weren't going to get to the race in time. I admit defeat again.<br />
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AP is a winner. I am a loser. AP = 3; BR = 0. But that's a 0 I wear with pride. I will continue to race him, someday I will win. I'm not a quitter! Most of the time, anyway. I have plans though. There shall be a 10K showdown and he will have to man up and run in a longer race for once. Enter into MY territory! <br />
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Moving on. We parked (we made our own spot, that's how we roll) and jogged to the start line, as we were jogging we saw the racers come around the bend.... soooooo we just jumped in. And a minute into the race we spotted our other friends racing, caught up to them and proceeded to enjoy the race together all while sporting our supa' hot st. pat's knee socks. It was a win-win.<br />
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Our group split after the race, some to run extra miles and then those of us not so ambitious (coughahem) went and loaded ourselves up with delicious coffee and had some fantastic quality time with the girls. You can see where my racing-mind currently resides.... that's right. It pretty much doesn't exist. Meh. Fatty delicious mocahs with lots of girl-talk after a race = happiness for me. Another great race day in the books! I'll take it, especially since race days are fewer and further between for me these days (100% by choice). Even if a boy DID beat me. <br />
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Cheers to a week of running, interwebbers!Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868489463872769224.post-23319583839911888892012-04-16T10:29:00.000-05:002012-04-16T10:29:57.681-05:00adventures in oz.Despite having 90+ tornadoes hit the state of Kansas this weekend, there were no casualties and only some minor injuries. Well done Kansas weather teams, well done.<br />
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It's hard sometimes to take tornado threats seriously where we live, especially for me since I work in the media and am saturated by media and news all day, every day. Just like Floridians don't worry about Hurricane's and Californians are used to Earthquakes. Kansans don't usually sweat tornadoes.<br />
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That said, this weekend was the first time I can honestly say I took a threat seriously. As in I didn't go outside to watch the sky. Well I did, but only BEFORE the tornado got within a few miles of our city. We actually prepared for this one, albeit during those five minutes we were watching a 1/4 wide tornado head directly toward our part of town. But we prepared nonetheless. That was a first.<br />
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In a funny twist, we were supposed to go camping this weekend with a group of friends. We made the last minute decision (all being long-time kansans knowing our weather 'threats' could turn out to be a bit of wind and some sprinkles) to nix our camping trip and instead get together for an indoor campy meal. In our friends' basement. And I can honestly say (especially since this storm wasn't fatal) that we were all relieved the storm ended up coming through, it made us feel like our decision to forgo our camping trip was worthwhile.<br />
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So, we stuffed ourselves with Taco Soup (our typical camping dinner fare), some <a href="http://islandparkbrewing.com/">Island Park</a> beer (wall cloud stout to be exact, in keeping with the theme of the night of course) and s'mores. All while tucked away in the basement waiting out the storm.<br />
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<i>*roasting a marshmallow by candlelight. indoor camping at it's finest. no comment on how many i ate, let's just say my workouts this week may be a bit more intense....*</i></div>
<br />Parts of Wichita did get pummeled, a tornado did come through and rip things up. Thankfully the tornado took an abrupt turn before moving into our neighborhood. The extent of the damage at our house included one snapped Iris and a few limbs scattered across the lawn. The parts of Wichita that got the worst of it were more industrial than neighborhood, which I suppose is better. Although a few neighborhoods did get severely damaged. Seeing some of the pictures it's actually pretty incredible there were no serious injuries.<br />
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<i>*ariel view of just one of the several damaged buildings on spirit aerosystems campus* </i></div>
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<i> *this little guy did a full flip! an airplane at the kansas aviation museum*</i></div>
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<i> *the worst hit neighborhood in wichita*</i></div>
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<i> *another wichita neighborhood* </i></div>
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Ariel photos are all from <a href="http://kansas.com/">kansas.com</a> photo galleries.<br />
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Happy Monday, and cheers to a good running week! Oh and I guess it's Boston day, good luck Boston runners! Soak up those well deserved 26.2 victory miles!Being Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313501742081164175noreply@blogger.com2