It’s cold. Sure, not as cold as Alaska when I lived there, but still cold. It snows too. Not always as much as this year and not as much as other places, but we get it. This year quite a bit of it, relatively speaking. Ice. It’s everywhere. I’ve only gone running in temps as low as 13* this year. I’ve also bypassed running when the roads have been excessively crappy which seems like a lot. I used to run no matter what, but then I broke my foot. That taught me to be more of a fair weather runner – or at least less stupid about running. Winter running isn’t just about the clothing you wear – although that makes it manageable – it’s about being safe and following rules differently. Continue reading
DNF. Those horrid little letters that mean SO much to a runner. Did Not Finish. It’s one thing us runners try desperately to avoid. The finish, after all, is where we want to be. Why, though, can’t we embrace the DNF? Why does it have to be such a bad thing? Continue reading
I hate running on a treadmill. Having said that, I will admit that I wish I had one. Continue reading
No matter your goals with exercise – shedding pounds, tightening up, getting off medication, looking better in a bikini, (unless you’re a dude. Please say no to the bikini. Thank you). It feels good when you look good. Like my bra and panty opinion. No one has to know what you have on (if anything) underneath your clothes. It’s about it making YOU feel pretty. Exercise is a sweaty, snot rocketing, spitting, often sticky mess. It may make us feel good to have done it, to complete a race or a training workout, but it’s not the sexiest thing to accomplish. With weather getting colder – if you’re in the Reno area, it went from 90* to 30* pretty much overnight – your clothing needs change. For me – being vain and shallow – I want to LOOK as good as exercise makes me FEEL. Here’s a little demo of how to accomplish this.
The foundation is the most important. As is the shot of your armpit. For this day I could get away with capris – I knew my legs wouldn’t be super cold and I’d warm up. Always – ladies….. – a good, supportive sports bra. Please. Even though no one may see it, it’s important to have it.
This is the layer that you’ll most likely finish the race in. I generally assume I’ll warm up and the temps will go up so my top layer will come off at some point. It should say something about you. Like my shirt obviously does in this example. Yes, I run things…… Another good thing about this short sleeved layer is that my armpit doesn’t show in the selfies.
Depending on starting temperatures, this is the layer you’ll have on to get you going. I like my glove color to pop, but also it depends on how cold the temps are. I have big gloves that I put hand warmers in when the temps drop down. The hat is also dependent on how cold it is. This is one of my favorite hats. It’s a middle weight so it’s the one I wear most in winter and it just screams “I’m a running gangster so don’t even try to mess with me. I’ll kick your butt!”
Remember. Layer. Give yourself room to start chilly, warm up and peel off layers. Figure out ahead of time where you’ll put things if you peel them off. Gloves, hats, earwarmers, etc… need to go somewhere when you don’t need to wear them. Pockets or eliciting the help of other peoples cars, bike baskets, etc… is something to take into consideration. Colder temperatures make running challenging but if you layer things right, you’ll still look good doing it.
I think I know why my computer hasn’t been charging….
I knew it wasn’t a happy charger when I taped it up. When it stopped working altogether, I untaped it, got zapped (because OF COURSE I didn’t unplug it first!!) and retired it. I’ve been trying to find a new one. Ordered off eBay, bought two universal chargers. Nothing fit. I tried most of my kids chargers except Olivia’s….. Hers fits – it’s not quite the same fit but it charges. Until I can find the exact one, I’m plugged in!!! Most of the time.
That’s the phrase I teach my dogs when I want them to go lie down. “Find your spot”. I enjoy refinishing furniture and the kids help me out. I like having areas in my house where you can find your spot. A place where you’re involved in what’s going on, yet separate. A cuddle up and read a book spot. Aside from the living room and bedrooms, there are a few areas of the house where we can grab a soft blanket, a book, a cup of tea and find our spot.
I got everyone to school and I hit the gym. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a treadmill I didn’t remember how to turn the stupid thing on. What are the mph compared to average minute miles. It felt like a foreign object. I figured I’d have headphones and people to watch so how bad could it be??? My teammate Scott gave me the workout and converted the mph thing for me. Thank goodness!!!
When I slowed the belt down between intervals, the gentleman next to me said, “I’m glad you slow down sometimes. You’re making me feel old!” I told him I thought he was racing me and I was thinking the same thing about him. He said, “Since you’re only 29 or 30 I’ve got over 40 years on you.!” So I made out with him. KIDDING!!! I told him I’m 42 and he’s 72 so I said “We’re twins!!! We can keep racing!”. Anther gentleman got on next to him and he got off, so I looked at New Guy and said, “Good! Now I can race you!!” But he declined. People are so weird….. At any rate, I kept hitting the ball that shuts the thing off, it told me “Goal Achieved!!” and shut off, I felt like a complete idiot but I got in about 7 miles and did the workout for the most part.
I wondered why (other than code issues) there was an elevator for two stories. These are people who are getting in shape. Why was I watching these in shape folks use the elevator?? Then I finished my 7 miles of warm-up, intervals and cool-down and got off the beast. I had that intense, weird and groovy feeling of floating vertigo. I know my body was moving forward but with the out of body experience I was having, I can’t be certain. When I glided to the stairs (which probably looked to others as drunk walking), I was afraid to go down them. Ahhh…. Now I get the elevator. No way was I going to go that route!! I hung on to the railing for dear life, looked like a two year old learning to walk stairs and made it down. Exhausting. Smoke, go away. I can’t do that again!!!
Reno has been blanketed in smoke for the last couple of weeks. The Rim fire is burning with no sign of being able to be put out. Unless the jet stream changes direction, we’ll continue to be a hazy, unhealthy mess. It’s been said that the fire – due to it’s remote location – can’t be put out and will probably still be smoldering when snow flies. It’s also been said that Reno will have smoke up to a month after it’s out. So I’m doing the math…… That’s a long time without being able to go outside and run. The truth is, though, that we’re only dealing with smoke. Others are dealing with the actual fire.
The smoke doesn’t bother me like it does other people. Having said that, I won’t run outside in it when it’s hazardous. I’ve been studying the numbers to determine what numbers it has to be at for me to run. The second it drops into a safe zone, I’m gone. Tell my boss…. I might wear running gear under my work clothes. I need some velcro clothes so I can pull a SuperWoman move and just rip them off and go!!
100 is the number. Maybe a little higher. I know, I know…. It’s still not a good idea. Neither is not running. Lots of teammates have traveled a couple hours to a town that’s not so smoky. Some are running indoors on the dreadmill.
I’m breaking down…. I need a fix…. I can do an hour on the belt, right?? It’s not so bad. I’ve wanted one at home so I can get in extra running and mileage while still hanging with the kids…. Yes, I can do this!!
My 14 year old son, Taylor, obviously (and rightfully) assumed they named the town of Taylorsville after him. “Of course!” I replied. “You’re that awesome!” Which is a statement of fact. In my unbiased opinion. So naturally we had to take pictures of “his” town. He’s ready for the takeover so we should be moving soon….. My thoughts go out to everyone in Taylorsville and the surrounding area. The day after my race, lightening struck causing 20 fires, some of which looked extremely disastrous. We hope all is well.
I may not love harsh weather and running, but honestly I’d rather be out in the sludge than grinding it out on a treadmill. Will I complain?? Absolutely. Will I go anyway?? Absolutely. Right up until the weather hits a certain point. Lately it’s been all over the place. 100* temperatures, wind and this past week hail and rain with flash flood warnings and lots of lightening. Tuesday night the team was running up Galena. In 2 miles we gain 1800 feet in altitude and that’s not including the warm up elevation gain. We’re in the forest, on trails, kind of off the beaten path. When the weather warnings came on, the lightening got intense and the rain was making visibility almost nil, I elected not to go. I gad a gut feeling and I listened. Several other teammates did the same, but several went. From those, they said conditions ended up being fine with no issue, but I’m still glad I listened to my reaction and played it safe. Sometimes it’s just not worth the push. Instead I did a 4 mile run when it calmed down – which was in no way a replacement for the climb I would have done, but at least some miles were logged.