Showing posts from March, 2014

I want to like you, but.....

Have you ever really wanted to like something, but there is just something that keeps you from really loving it?

I've been feeling that way this week about 2 different running products. Like my CW-X tights. I love how they look and I feel like the compression really does help my legs not get as fatigued on long runs. BUT, my second pair in 3 years now has completely split open along the seam on the inner thigh.

Granted, there is no thigh gap on this girl, so that seam is subject to a lot of friction. BUT, they are running tights! CW-X out to expect that, and make the seams extra durable. I've been continuing to wear them by wearing a pair of compression shorts on top of the tights to cover up the hole. But, then I spend half my run pulling the shorts back down because they have slid up. Super annoying.

Because I like how the tights feel so much, I am tempted to go get a new pair. I just can't bring myself to do it though. CW-X stuff is super pricey so it ought to last long…

Why is this so hard?

This Boston decision is driving me crazy. I was so ready to go along with the tide of people that told me I should just go for it. And then I tried to go for a long run.

I headed out Sunday intending to do somewhere between 12 and 18 miles. I did 12.27 miles and it felt like climbing Mt. Everest.

My legs felt heavy, I felt like I had absolutely no lung capacity, and time just seemed to crawl. I was irrationality angry at the wind, which just seemed to keep changing direction so I never had a tailwind.

And I just can't seem to recover. Monday morning I tried to go to kickboxing and I could barely lift my legs up at all. My "kicks" were pathetic. My hamstrings are so tight and achy. Just trying to walk the dog around the neighborhood was a struggle. I was whining and shuffling up the little tiny hill. All I wanted to do was sleep. I ended up cancelling my plans for the evening and crawling into bed at 6:45. I watched some Netflix on my ipad and was asleep by 8:30. This mor…

Be Careful What You Wish For

You know how they say be careful what you wish for? It's true.

Since Tokyo, I've been saying that I feel amazingly good. That I'm in love with running again could totally run another marathon, if given the opportunity. It was so easy to say, because I didn't think I would have that option. And then, yesterday I was offered a last minute spot in Boston.


Now I have no idea what to do. I've changed my mind at least 20 times in the last 24 hours. I'm going to run! No, I'm not ready! But it's Boston, just run! But I don't want to get hurt!
Basically, it boils down to this. I have always wanted to run Boston and I think that this year, especially, is going to be absolutely amazing. 
On the other hand, I don't know if I am ready. Tokyo was a month ago and I haven't run longer than 9 miles since. I don't want to get hurt, or mentally burn out, on running. I've never done 2 marathons in a season. 

That time I realized I was totally wrong about Zumba

This morning I accidentally found myself in a Zumba class I usually take a step class on Friday morning, but it was cancelled this week because the instructor was sick. As soon as I heard it was Zumba instead, I was tempted to head for the door.

I have always purposely avoided Zumba classes because in my mind they were kind of silly and not a real work-out. I just didn't think I was a Zumba person.

But, I was already in the room and I really wasn't in the mood to head out to the cardio area of the gym and hit up the treadmill instead (because I did that yesterday.) So Zumba it was.

Oh my gosh I had a total blast and I was a sweaty mess by the end. It brought out the old gymnast in me- I loved the choreography and getting to add a flair to all my movements. The class absolutely flew by. The energy in the room was totally contagious, everyone was laughing and whooping.

I will now publicly admit that I was wrong and Zumba is both fun and a good exercise.

Have you ever tried Zumba?…

Sometimes I just want someone (nicely) tell me what to do

I went to a yoga class at the studio for the first time in more than month last night. Between Japan and then travelling for my new job, I just hadn't been able to get to a class, although I did do at least 15 minutes of yoga a day on my own.

It was one of those things where I didn't know how much I needed it until I got there. A yoga class in a yoga studio is an entirely different thing than doing some sun salutations on my own in my living room.

I realized that sometimes I just need someone else to tell me what to do. For me, that's what makes it worth paying for a yoga class. It is one of the few times in my over-planned, over-analyzed life that I can just turn my brain off and go with the flow.

I am almost done with my yoga teacher training. I know the poses. I know how to put a class together. But taking myself through a sequence is just not the same as letting someone else lead me.

Earlier in the day, I'd read a blog from this amazing Maine woman who does Ironman …

What's Next?

I purposely didn't plan any races for after the Tokyo Marathon. I know that usually I need some downtime after a marathon to recover. Plus I'd know I'd have a lot of other things going on in my life- like a new client at work and planning a wedding.

This giant stack of invitations for example, all need to be assembled (why on earth did I pick invitations that involve ribbon which needs to be tied into a pretty knot??) and addressed.

And yet, just 3 weeks after the marathon I am feeling like I need some races on my schedule. I've done longish runs 2 Sundays in a row that just felt effortless. Plus, I think in the absence of a race to train for, that I am going a little crazy. For example I decided that now would be a good time to pick up basket weaving.

My cousin helped me start this and now it has turned into a giant mess that is frustrating me. 
The next, and only race, I have on my calendar is the Tri for the Cure in July. While I do need to start fundraising for tha…

What I Learned About Eating in Japan

When I got home from Japan, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I'd actually lost a couple pounds. Granted, I did run a marathon while I was there, but I have run a marathon on several vacations now and I did not come home weighing less. Unsurprising, since eating is typically as much a part of my vacation as running (um. hello Antarctica where for days there was nothing to do on the boat but sit around and eat.... or Italy where I tried to cram as much gelato as possible into 5 days).

Japan reminded me that losing weight is really quite simple. I didn't make any effort to restrict my eating while I was there, I just ate the way the Japanese ate. We overcomplicate it here, and are always looking for the quick fix, but when it all comes down to it, it is all about eating quality food in reasonable portions.

1. Eat Real Food
I rarely ate anything processed or packaged when I was there. Even "fast", or cheap, food in Japan is real food- a bento box with fish, rice, a…

If I had a Million Dollars

Clearly I was a Barenaked Ladies Fan back in the day because now I can't stop singing that song.....

Anyway, I feel like this would be the year to knock off 2 continents back to back.......... if I had more money and more vacation time and if I wasn't getting married this summer and if I hadn't just started a new client at work....

I just feel so darn good running. Usually after a marathon it takes me a solid month to get my legs back- they just feel heavy and slow for a good long time. It usually takes me longer than that to mentally recover and get my running mojo back.  I typically can't even think about running another marathon any time soon.

This time it is different, which is kind of ironic considering how terrible I felt the whole race. Yet, aside from the terrible cold I had, I've recovered both physically and mentally in record time.

We got home last weekend and the first thing I wanted to do was go for a run. I was in Connecticut for work all week and I w…

Sayonara Japan

I am typing this somewhere around half-way through my 12 hour flight home from Japan. The sting of heading home is somewhat eased by the fact that we are in business class. I cashed in all my frequent flier miles so we could travel in style on the way home. And style it is. We were served a 4 course dinner with champagne and sake. 

Even better, and now we are enjoying our lay flat seats, down comforters, and private movie screens. 

Yesterday too was a long day of travel. We checked out of the Hotel Khuls early in the morning. They were so incredibly sweet. The manager gave us each a beautiful fan with a picture of Mt. Fugi and then they walked us outside to wave good-bye. I wish Japan wasn't so far away- I'd go back there all the time! The first leg of the trek was the bus from Ichinose, in the mountains, to Nagano. Then we took the bullet train, or shinkansen, from Nagano to Tokyo. This time around we were pros at navigating the various forms of transport and even used the aut…