Run a little, walk a little.

I ran about half of my four tonight so that I wouldn't mess up my run this weekend. I have a serious hatred for the treadmill at this point, too. But Friends was on so I lived.

Distance: 4 miles

Street v. Treadmill

My goal tonight was to map out 8 miles in Fishers and run around trying to avoid becoming roadkill. But it rained, so that was kind of the end of that. I ran 6 then walked 2 because I was bored and sick of thinking about my pelvic tilt. For some reason, when I try to run like the dude yesterday told me, I can't breathe. Oh well, I tried.

Distance: 8 miles
Happy running song: 3 AM Eternal -- KLF (is gonna rock you)

Pelvic Tilt

Tonight after I ran my 4, my personal trainer dude convinced me to have let this other guy analyze my running form.

Yeah. It was weird.

And nothing makes you feel like a fat a$$ more than having your butt video taped while you run. Believe me.

So anyway, the guy had some good points. He said that I'm a lazy runner [Gee, thanks.] and that I'm not tilting my pelvis up enough to let my legs fully extend when I run. True. I've thought and wondered about this before.

Okay, picture this: me standing there. Two guys trying to show me how to tilt my pelvis up.

"Squeeze your butt, like this."
"Uhm, I am squeezing my butt."

I just got the feeling that I was so fat the guy couldn't tell whether I was clinching or what. On top of that the analyzer guy spoke....really.... really..... slowly. And seemed distracted. By what, I have no idea.

So I'll try the whole tilt thing and we'll see where that gets me.

Distance: 4 miles.

15 miles, b!tches!

Ohhh, my. Where to begin? This weekend I went to Chicago to run 15 on the lake shore with Ade. It was relatively great. The distance didn't seem that bad, and somehow we got through it. Even though there was a lot to look at (people included) I only remember staring at the ground for two hours. Which is kind of weird.

I also used Gu for the first time and experimented with Sport Jelly Beans. The jelly beans are easier to eat, but don't have any caffeine, which sucks. I've also purchased a fanny pack, which came in handy cuz I could put my inhaler in it. I don't think I could have finished without it.

Recovery was kind of a biotch though. I got back to Ade and Mark's apartment and promptly laid my sweaty self on a towel in the middle of their hardwood living room floor and fell asleep. Eventually I got up and showered and then Ade and I grabbed lunch and basically stared at each other because we were so out of it.

We furthered our recovery at the Cubby Bear. Apparently running makes me really susceptable to alcohol, too. Either that or I have no tolerance for Irish car bombs. Awesome.

Distance: 15 miles.
Time: 2:25:00 (approx.)

"...Drums."

I was supposed to run 4 miles tonight. I succeeded in running about 2 miles. For some reason I just can't get back into it after Vegas. I guess I appreciated the few days off too much. As in, now I'm thinking "Why am I doing this, again?" Apathy, exhaustion and weight gain are contributing to a huge morale problem.

On a happy and slightly amusing note, Justin Timberlake's "Like I Love You" video was on tonight at the gym. I remembered that I have that song on my iPod and spent the next few minutes finding the song and trying to get it to sync up with the tv. It was actually pretty close and it was pretty fun too. I'm a geek. Plus Justin's not bad to look at. Yum. I could watch him shake it for hours.

Distance: 3-4 miles.

Seven on a Tuesday...

sucks.

Distance: 7 miles.

Bouncing on the treadmill

Running tonight was better. Mainly because it was so much cooler and less humid in the gym. The muscles on the backs of my legs are gone though. I have to work on that. Pretty uneventful run, really. If only 10 miles seemed as easy as 3. Hopefully I'll get to run 15 in Chi-town with Ade this weekend.

Distance: 3 miles

Brick wall.

Today's long run was an emotional rollercoaster.

I started out not really thinking about anything... and then I had a momentary "runner's high." It's that feeling where your entire body is thrilled and determined to run the distance. Mentally I'm thinking "I'm going to run 10 miles today. I kick ass. Eat your heart out random-dude-running-by-me."

Fast forward 40 minutes.

"My feet are killing me. Could I possibly need new shoes again? I just bought these in April. Am I getting shin splints? My personal trainer is an idiot. I cut out weight training on my legs and now it just hurts. "

Fast forward 20 minutes.

"I can go 6 down and 6 back. No problem. Kinda in the ghetto though...hmm. I need a big dog."

Fast forward 25 minutes.

"Did that guy just say 'Good Morning?' OMG. I'm hallucinating. And we're done. 9 miles it is."

I then continued to walk and somehow became inspired (by Madonna) to strut down the Monon. More muscles engaged when you walk like you're on the runway. :)

Distance: 10 - ish
Time: 1:57:57

And we're back...

Off the plane and straight to the gym. I fit in weights and 3 miles. It's good to be back, but I kinda feel like a big blob on the treadmill. I didn't gain any weight in Vegas, but my alcohol consumption may have hindered me a little bit. Maaaaaybe. ;)

Distance: 3 miles

Time for a break.

Another energy bar today and another great run. Amazing the difference providing your body with fuel makes. I am skipping my long run this weekend cuz I'll be in Vegas and doubt I'll be able to fit it in. Plus my feet are all achy. They need a break.

Distance: 3 miles.

I heart energy bars.

Ade bailed on me at 4:44 am this morning, but I'd already consumed an energy bar and some diet coke at that point, so I figured I should go do my 6. I should probably mow the grass tonight anyway. What an amazing difference. I mean I figured that people ate these things for a reason, but wow. I am a changed woman.

Distance: 6 miles

Same night, different venue.

I decided to try my weight routine from the gym at work since they essentially have the same stuff there. It went okay, but there was some weirdness going on with the weight and the exercise ball. Plus NASCAR Sally (my evil twin sister that went crazy at the Brickyard on Sunday) acquired a wicked sunburn all over her shoulders.

Sunburn + sportsbra = bad news. Run was generally good though because I had some things I needed to run out. Hopefully I left them on the treadmill.

Distance: 3 miles

Mini Mini and the Lost Mile

One question: What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Today I did 12. Without stopping. Mostly. I ran 10 and then popped some energy goo stuff just to try it out and because I thought I was going to die. The next two miles consisted of extreme dizziness, then my legs sprinting and my body floating along with them. So, yeah, I'll be purchasing more energy gel.

Other than that I felt really alone on a Monon full of people. Running's a bit harder without my wingwoman.

Distance: 12 miles.
Time: 2:03:39 (1 minute less and one mile than the Mini? Pluh.)

3 miles... if I round up.

I broke down and walk/ran today. It was too much after the weight stuff I've been doing. For some reason the wall-squat things with the exercise ball are really killing my knees. I think I'm gonna cut that back to once a week...if at all.

Distance: 3 miles.

Key Lime Pie, IT Training, and Mojitos on Meridian

I blame all of the above for the 10 pounds I've gained recently. At least now that I'm not in that IT training I can eat my normal lunch...and there are no freshly baked chocolate chip cookies every day at 2 PM. Then there's Taco Bell, which I swore off for the longest time... Yet it's somehow snuck back into my diet twice in the past week. For shame.

Damn you, Spicy Chicken Crunchwrap Supreme.

Oh yeah, running sucked because my feet hurt so bad. Could it be time for new shoes again??

Music: Who cares.
Distance: 3 miles.