When Emily Got Her Mojo Back
|September 21, 2011||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
First things first, drop what you’re doing and go watch the official nuun Hood to Coast video. It’s AMAZING and makes the fact that we had an extra man and his bike, video equipment and long board cramping up our van worth it.
Oh, Becker…you may take up more than your fair share of relay van real estate, but you do good work.
Secondly, I loved reading all of the comments on yesterday’s post about race fees for shorter distance events. It seems like a lot of you sweat addicts have a pretty low ceiling for smaller races while you’re willing to loosen up the purse strings for halfs and fulls. Some people pointed out that races like the one I was considering offer a lot of stuff for the money you pay, including a finish line party that they argued make the entry fee worth the cost.
Obviously every runner has to decide for themselves if the amenities at a race are worth the cost. For me, all I really want at a short race, especially when I’m just using it for a workout, is a start line, an official timing system and a finish line. I’ve done races where they don’t even have bibs, nevermind chips, and I still have an absolutely sweatastic time.
When The Rocketship and I did our first race together, we may not have gotten bibs or t-shirts but we paid a grand total of 5 dollars for both our entries and had a blast of a sweaty morning. I’ll happily trade a cotton shirt I’ll never wear for 45 dollars I can spend on post-race mimosas.
And like I said yesterday, sometimes I deem the cost worth it.
I ran a 5k sponsored by the same running store putting on this weekend’s event back in February with a bunch of fellow running bloggers and I had a blast. I appreciated the long-sleeved American Apparel t-shirt with an adorable design, I actually attended the finish line party to pick up an award that I loved and I set my 5k PR at the race. For local races with good friends, I can often justify the higher cost of an event. If you don’t have to worry about travel or lodging, it’s easier to swallow high race fees.
Anyway, please continue to share your thoughts but for now that’s enough talk about $$$, let’s talk about yesterday.
Yesterday was one of those days when I felt like I really nailed the whole fitting it all in thing.
As you know, I’ve been struggling to get back in the training groove after a long recovery in the wake of IMLP.
This means that on certain weekend days (cough cough Sunday cough cough) I blow off my long run to sit on the couch all day watching Coach Taylor kick some football ass on Friday Night Lights.
It’s hard to motivate for a run when you’ve got the Dillon Panthers on the telly….
But blowing off my long run doesn’t excuse me from getting it done, it just pushes it back. Tuesday is kind of the last day of the week that I find it permissible to make up long run mileage before it becomes the “next week.” Don’t question my logic, it works for me…
But yesterday morning was my first day as a Girls on the Run coach, so instead of running, I headed to the pool and got a quick 1800 meters in before heading out to meet the girls.
Why yes, 1800 meters IS the furthest I have gone since crawling out of Mirror Lake on July 24th. You can congratulate me later.
After my brief rendezvous in the pool (which included a break to yell at the guy who thought it was a brilliant idea to jump in a lane of two people splitting the lane and just start swimming…not circle swimming…just swimming. I can understand when people don’t know pool etiquette but swimming headfirst at an oncoming swimmer is a common sense issue, people, he deserved a little screaming to wake him up and clue him in) I headed out to my first Girls on the Run practice!
I’ll talk a lot more about my love for this organization later, for now just know that it was an awesome first practice highlighted by the girls giving me their best guesses for what an Ironman is. Hands down, my favorite answer was: “isn’t it like, jumping over a big pole?”
8 year old girls are just great.
After running around like a kid again, I headed to my full time job, worked, then suited up for my long run.
16 miles at an 8:36 pace around my favorite trails in DC.
A perfect running route that took me straight from my office to Happy Hour with some of my favorite fellow sweaty bloggers.
Nothing like chasing a long run with long talks about running (and swimming and biking.)
And then it was home for quality time with the boy (read: more time on the couch watching Friday Night Lights. Yes, we’re addicts.)
So there you have it: swim, coach, full time job, run 16 miles, happy hour, home.
Boom. Mojo is coming back, kids.