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So yesterday morning I headed to the gym and had my own little spinning class, just me and my ipod. I love spinning so much–unlike running, which is always hard and usually doesn’t feel good until I’m done, I actually enjoy spinning while I’m doing it. I love getting super in-the-zone in the dark spinning room and crouching down really low on my bike and pretending that I’m in the Tour de France. Don’t laugh. And, really, does something like that even surprise you anymore? Haha. Oyyy.

Anyway, after the gym I was on my way to the grocery store and passed by the Pro Bike shop on the way with a bright yellow “END OF SEASON 40% OFF SALE” sign out front. Without my consent, George (my car) pulled into the parking lot. Hmm, ok, what’s the harm in looking? I am a very rational, type-A, list-making person, it’s not like I would just go in and buy a bike, right? Umm, wrong. The guy working there was so helpful and found the absolute perfect bike for me. I never really believed in love at first sight before, but I’m now a convert. As soon as I saw this bike I knew I had to have it. I took it out into the parking lot, hopped on, wobbled around a little bit (seriously, first time on a bike in probably 5 years…) and then just flew. It is so perfect, very light, aerodynamic, responsive, and fast. Oh, and expensive. Yikes! Definitely the most expensive purchase I have ever made. This thing is sleeping in my room with me,  and I might put up a nanny-cam so that I can watch it while I’m at work.

It’s a Cannondale Six Carbon Road Bike and I love it oh so much already. The second I stepped out of the store I called my friend who also bikes and forced him to go for a ride with me. IT WAS AWESOME. I got down on the low handlebars and really felt like I was on the Tour de France. I loved every second. Umm, until I tried going up a big hill, got my shoelace stuck in the chain, the chain came off, I fell over, I had to put the chain back on, and was so dirty I resembled a garage mechanic the rest of the day. Oh and after an hour of spinning and an hour of biking my butt is KILLING me. I have a feeling this is going to take some practice!

And then guess what I did today! RAN 8 MILES. The first 3 were absolute hell and I had to stop and stretch way more than I would have liked, but I finally found my running legs around mile 3.5 and was golden from there. It was hard though, I get so anxious when I think about how much further I will still need to run on race day. Crazy. Then I foam rolled forever and it was glorious. Problem with burning 940 calories in the morning though…leaves you starving ALL DAY. I think it’s time for dessert.


My body is falling apart! This weekend was a major wake-up call that I need to do a better job at taking care of myself. As in the “rest/recovery” portion of training is actually important…

So I haven’t run since my miserable 5-miler on Tuesday and my legs are STILL sore….like gripping the railings while walking down stairs. That cannot be good.

Then, the absolute strangest thing happened to me in the middle of the night on Thursday! I was having a great night, skipped my workout (recovery, right…?) in favor of Happy Hour where I had the absolute most delcious pumpkin beer with BROWN SUGAR/CINNAMON on the rim. Holy cow. Then, in the spirit of fall we made hot spiked apple cider for our kickball game where we dominated and are currently the only undefeated team in the league. Oh, and I scored a run 🙂 And got entirely too excited about it. Anyway, it was very fun. Then, in the middle of the night I woke up feeling horrendous and then PASSED OUT and fell flat on my face and busted my face. Yeah, it’s lovely and hurts like hell. Then everytime I tried to get out of bed I fainted! My dad is the best and took care of me and at one point I passed out right in the middle of talking to him! That is so scary! And I had to cancel my trip to visit Marni in Minnesota 😦 I don’t really know what is going on but I took it as a sign to chill out for a few days. So I’ve been resting up, eating lots of comforting carbs, and watching movies galore.  

I’m really nervous how this is going to impact my training though. It scares me to skip my 8-mile long run this week, especially since next week is a light running week with no long run since I’ll be in Arizona for Jenn’s wedding. Hmm, any suggestions? I’m feeling a lot better today but my legs are still a little sore and I’m sort of freaked out that I’m going to pass out in the middle of my run, so I think I’m going to just try to ease back into working out by going to the gym for some lighter cardio and weights. Then, tomorrow I’m off of work for Columbus Day so I may try the 8-miles then if I feel up to it. We shall see!

They say “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” What they fail to mention is that it still hurts like hell.

I had a ROUGH run tonight. I hate running after work-I’m so much better in the morning. It was cold and raining and I tried motivating myself but it was not good from the start. My Garmin was taking FOREVER to acquire the satellite and when it finally did it lost it again after 500 feet. Ugh.

It was one of those runs where everything hurt, mentally and physically. Where you feel like you’ve been running forever and then look down and see that it’s only been 1.7 miles. I was ready to quit right then and there and decided to just cut the run short and do 3 miles, but (like always) once I hit 2.5 I felt better and decided to just suck it up and finish. I had to stop and stretch and walk more than I would have liked but I finished strong and then had a nice long date with my foam roller.

I guess it’s runs like these that make the good ones that much better.

Here is a random post for you.

I’ve been running and it’s been getting easier and I’ve been getting faster! SUCCESS! I don’t remember them all so we’ll just talk about 2 of them.

1) Saturday I ran 7 miles in 1:04 (9:16 ave) and it was fantastic. I felt so strong the entire time and it wasn’t even hard! I absolutely love runs like that.

Then I bought a foam roller and it changed my life.

And then I went to Ohio for like 2 hours to visit my grandma and was pretty annoyed at first because we had to drive 4 hours round trip for a 2 hour visit but then she gave me diamond earrings just because and it made it all better!

And I went to the Steelers game and screamed my heart out and lost my voice for nothing because they lost and it was depressing.

2) Ok, and then today I ran a super fast 3 miles—right about 27 minutes with an 8:58 average. I AM SO HAPPY! I have never broken a 9 minute mile average for a run. I’ve done a few sub-9 miles but never for the average. This is so fantastic. My friend told me he wants to run a race so I found a 5 miler in November and we’re going to run it together. So today we ran 3 miles.

Ok, if you know me you should know that I don’t run with people. I like just zoning out with my rap music. I’ve really only run with 2 other people in my entire life—1 run with Melissa (who I’m doing the half marathon with) a few weeks ago (that was a terrible run and I felt like death) and with DB. DB is officially the most patronizing person I have ever met in my life and running with him sucked because he was way faster than me and made me feel like shit even though he was pretending to be nice and supportive. I hated it. (sidenote—the other day I was talking to Alan about how DB had a heart of stone and in a mocking way he responded “I thought he was perfect, so wouldn’t it be a heart of diamonds.” Ouch. That was quite the jab. But also so good and I wish I had thought of it myself.) Ok, so yes, I hate running with people.

BUT I figured after I had already embarrassed myself to the fullest extent in front of this guy I decided that getting all red and sweaty and snotty and gasping for air and complaining about how Pittsburgh hills suck would be a fantastic way for him to realize how great I am.

So we get ready to go and I ask “are you a music listener or a talker?” (please please please say music so that you don’t have to listen to me wheeze) And he goes “we can talk” (ughhh whyyyyy) Ok, so we go and we chat and we run and it was surprisingly fantastic. My heart rate was through the roof (177 AVERAGE, holy shit) and there were a few times I had to ask him to slow down, and I definitely reached I am so very close to puking but if  I do then I will never ever ever be able to show my face at work or kickball or in North America again and then it was over and I was so freaking proud of how fast we went!

Then we went back to stretch and do pushups (because I love pushups) and so I did my 12 and then we attempted 1-armed pushups because he always bets me that I can’t do them, so of course he was successful and right at the exact moment that I fall flat on my face, 3 of his friends walk in the room. AWESOME!

My life is a joke and I need a reality tv show.

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