Pre-workout fuel: Slice of whole-wheat toast with Peanut Butter & Co. Dark Chocolate Dreams and half-caff coffee
Mid-workout fuel: Mandarin Orange Gu
Workout: Ran 9.01 miles in 1 hour, 21 minutes and 45 seconds; average pace, 9:04.
I had this bright idea last night: I thought Mark should try to pick me up. I was feeling good after receiving myriad compliments on my appearance at the wedding, and I wanted to see if Mark could lift up the new me. He put his arms around my waist, lifted and soon my feet were off the floor.
"Boom!"
I moved my leg and the area just above my left knee smacked the underside of the kitchen counter. Let me tell you, it hurt like a mother. And it still hurt this morning when I woke up and got ready to do this week's long run of 9 miles. Now let me make this clear, the hurt wasn't a muscle hurt. It was a "Dang, I'm stupid" hurt. Regardless, I was hoping to blame what was sure to be a poor outing on my bruised leg.
Mark and I set out just after 7:30 a.m., and I think we would have been fine quitting at 7:40. The jam-packed weekend had taken its toll on our bodies. We both complained of fatigue and muscle pain as we plodded along the Greenway. It seemed like I had to work 10 times harder to move. Period.
I was thankful to be distracted about 4 miles in by the shirtless running brigade, the band of super-fast guys who work at the running company. After I offered Mark the chance to ditch me for them (he declined), I took my Gu and hoped for the best. Another mile or so later, we stopped to refill the water bottle and stretch. It was harder to move after that break but I did my best to push through and silence the mental bargaining.
We had one more short rest - about mile 7 - when I had to stop to adjust some garments. It seems I can no longer where certain items in a size large without them drooping. Funny as it is, there was a guy running by himself - FuelBelt and all - who asked if we were all right. "Sure thing, sir. Just pullin' up the briefs." Ha! I have to give this guy props, though. He was running at a surprisingly good clip and told us "Good job" as we passed him. I like nice runners.
Oh, and I like coming home, hooking up the Garmin and realizing that what felt so bad turned out to be so good. I did 9 miles with each mile faster than the one before; averaged a pace faster than goal for Fort-4-Fitness; and ran 5 miles at or below goal pace. I don't want to put the cart before the horse but let's just say I'm pleased.
How did your long run go this weekend?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I did
The weekend is over, and I have one thing to say: I survived. Actually, I did more than survive but the melodramatic girl in me likes to make things sound worse than they are/were.
So Friday ... the traveling, the wedding - those things I was worried about - actually turned out OK. I showed up to my in-law's house armed with my luggage, my copy of "Eat Pray Love," a serving of baby carrots, a 100-calorie pack of almonds and a mini larabar. I was ready to go.
We left about 11:30 to make our way toward Indianapolis, knowing we would stop on the way for lunch. This was Worry No. 1. My father-in-law is a notorious Whopper lover, and I feared we would stop at Burger King, where I'm less than familiar with the menu. No, no, no. Burger King was not the restaurant of choice. About an hour into the drive (and a bag of baby carrots later), the decision was made to go to Subway. I opted for a 6-inch turkey on wheat and packed it with veggies. Cheese and light mayo were musts, though I did get a smidge of mayo and tried the spicy mustard. YUM! I also had a yogurt on the side. (I wanted apples but they were frozen).
We were off again but just for a short bit. My mother-in-law wanted Starbucks. And really, who can say no to Starbucks?!?
I opted for a decaf non-fat latte and some dried apricots. I figured the apricots would be a good way to get in some fruit as I couldn't have my apples at Subway and I wasn't sure what the wedding had in store.
The latte was yum. The apricots? Meh. They weren't very sweet, and I like apricots - or any fruit, for that matter - to be sweet. I ate them anyway, and they kept me full until we got to the cocktail hour at the reception.
The cocktail hour was Worry No. 2. At so many receptions nowadays, there's all kinds of wontons and spring rolls and fried goodness. It could have been icky. For this wedding, the hors d'ouerves were pretty simple - toasted bread, bruschetta topping, cheese and crackers. I tried a bit of everything and found it all to be delightful. I drank plenty of water while we sat on the terrace, forgoing the open bar. I was saving my alcoholic beverage for the reception.
Yep, that's a cosmopolitan in my hands. A tasty, albeit weak, one. I grabbed it after a dinner of spinach salad, spinach and mushroom stuffed chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Dinner was Worry No. 3. It was fairly healthful, very tasty and totally nothing to worry about.
As for dancing the night away to make up for my (lack of) indiscretions? Yeah, I did that. Even if the cake was such a tiny sliver that I could have sat out most of the night. A girl's gotta have fun!
So Friday ... the traveling, the wedding - those things I was worried about - actually turned out OK. I showed up to my in-law's house armed with my luggage, my copy of "Eat Pray Love," a serving of baby carrots, a 100-calorie pack of almonds and a mini larabar. I was ready to go.
We left about 11:30 to make our way toward Indianapolis, knowing we would stop on the way for lunch. This was Worry No. 1. My father-in-law is a notorious Whopper lover, and I feared we would stop at Burger King, where I'm less than familiar with the menu. No, no, no. Burger King was not the restaurant of choice. About an hour into the drive (and a bag of baby carrots later), the decision was made to go to Subway. I opted for a 6-inch turkey on wheat and packed it with veggies. Cheese and light mayo were musts, though I did get a smidge of mayo and tried the spicy mustard. YUM! I also had a yogurt on the side. (I wanted apples but they were frozen).
We were off again but just for a short bit. My mother-in-law wanted Starbucks. And really, who can say no to Starbucks?!?
I opted for a decaf non-fat latte and some dried apricots. I figured the apricots would be a good way to get in some fruit as I couldn't have my apples at Subway and I wasn't sure what the wedding had in store.
The latte was yum. The apricots? Meh. They weren't very sweet, and I like apricots - or any fruit, for that matter - to be sweet. I ate them anyway, and they kept me full until we got to the cocktail hour at the reception.
The cocktail hour was Worry No. 2. At so many receptions nowadays, there's all kinds of wontons and spring rolls and fried goodness. It could have been icky. For this wedding, the hors d'ouerves were pretty simple - toasted bread, bruschetta topping, cheese and crackers. I tried a bit of everything and found it all to be delightful. I drank plenty of water while we sat on the terrace, forgoing the open bar. I was saving my alcoholic beverage for the reception.
Yep, that's a cosmopolitan in my hands. A tasty, albeit weak, one. I grabbed it after a dinner of spinach salad, spinach and mushroom stuffed chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Dinner was Worry No. 3. It was fairly healthful, very tasty and totally nothing to worry about.
As for dancing the night away to make up for my (lack of) indiscretions? Yeah, I did that. Even if the cake was such a tiny sliver that I could have sat out most of the night. A girl's gotta have fun!
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