tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64323304818778999282012-03-17T23:21:51.614-04:00KBThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16174066854709960816noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432330481877899928.post-5177869625179716332010-11-28T23:13:00.003-05:002010-11-28T23:16:48.929-05:00

So yes ... to answer the question, it is feasible.I did it. I ran a half marathon. Well, I finished one. Ran most of it. Ran slowly, but I. DID. IT. And have the pretty shiny hardware to prove it.That was almost a year ago. Then came the folly.I quit running.And now it's time to start. Again.

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Not only was this my first 5K, it was my first experience with a small (small) race. The good thing about a race through your neighborhood is that you can walk to the start. At least, it’s good until the weather turns cold and you start obsessing about just what you’re going to wear and, more importantly, what you’re going to do with what-you-want-to-wear-while- standing-around-but-don’

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When reading about training runs, the general advice for an easy run seems to be 1-2 minutes slower than your 5K race pace. Which, until now, has meant absolutely nothing to me. My goal for my first 5K was to break 40 minutes. My pace lately has been averaging a little under 14 minutes per mile, so I figured with a little pushing, 13 mm ought to be doable. My final time was 37:15. Woo hoo! I

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The Good: Did 14 miles overall. Met my goal to run 4 miles on Wednesday, despite it being a chilly, drizzly day. Got my iPod charged (and did it before the four-mile run). Joined the YMCA. Had a meeting with a trainer to get set up on the weight machines. Beat my time goal of 40 minutes in my first 5K. The Bad: I haven’t yet cancelled my membership to my old gym. Which

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I really hadn’t counted on it being cold. It’s only recently turned from sweltering to temperate, with a whole lotta rainy thrown in for good measure, but cold was not even on my radar. Fortunately I do like a good sale and had jumped on a cheap online offering of Mizuno tights and 1/4 zip long-sleeve shirt that I’d heard about. Hadn’t really expected to need them anytime soon, but with a 45-

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I suppose it would make sense to have started with a 5K then worked my way up to a 10, huh? But no, my couch-potato self did the Peachtree Road Race on July 4th, started C25K on the 6th, graduated from that with the US10K Classic over Labor Day and is just now getting around to doing a 5K. Finally something I can run the entire way! Woo hoo! I’m planning to do a Halloween 5K and wasn’t really

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Goals for My Week: Run — 4 miles Wednesday, 2 miles Thursday Charge my iPod* — my huffing and puffing is hardly inspiring music to run by. Complete Saturday’s 5K in 40:00 or under — this would be known as a “reach” goal. I should, perhaps, have stopped after “complete”… Make doctor appointment to get knee checked — R.I.C.E. was ineffective, and it’s been bothering me about as long as I’ve

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You’d think I’d won a flippin’ Olympic gold medal. Guess how far I ran? Five miles. FIVE! Hey, did I tell you how far I ran yesterday? Boo, did you tell your boyfriend I ran five miles yesterday? Why not? Tell him! WP, tell Kitty how far I ran. What do you mean you don’t know? I ran FIVE miles. Weren’t you listening? That’s FIVE … F-I-V-E. Five miles. Did

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My runs lately have been a true struggle. Whether because I’m running multiple days in a row and am tired or am still playing catch-up on some stamina after my illness-and-injury break, I don’t know. I just know that the continuous running portions haven’t been reaching three miles, which I’d been doing before, and in some cases even two miles requires a walk break … or two. Some of it is that I

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One-hundred fourteen. 114. CXIV. Four-point-four marathons’ worth. Eighteen-point-four 10K’s. One-fourteen is the number of miles I’ve gone since July 4th when I did the Peachtree Road Race and decided to start C25K on the 6th. Some of them were walking miles, of course, but walk-with-intent to run. And I dare say it is greater than the sum total of miles than I’ve run since I was 19

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I’ve run six out of the last eight days. I went out of town over the weekend. I took my clothes, shoes and Garmin, planning to get a run in while I was there. That, in and of itself, shows a huge shift in my thought process. And when it was too cold and rainy, I got up early and went to the hotel fitness center instead, doing 45 minutes on the treadmill. On top of which, after I flew

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When I have a run like today, when my muscles don’t want to cooperate, when it’s hard-as-hell to keep putting one foot in front of the other, when I barely make it a mile and half without stopping, I remind myself … … that four months ago I was still “on the couch” (which, unlike being on the wagon, is not a desirable thing) and the thought of running to the mailbox — much (much MUCH) less a

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I ran yesterday, for the first time in two weeks. I was surprisingly excited to be going out. Let me repeat that: I, KBT, was actually looking forward to going for a run. It was around 70 degrees, which I’m used to, but very low humidity, which I’m not, so I really didn’t want to waste such a gorgeous day. I had no plans when I left, unsure even which direction I’d go. Given that it was around

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I love Amazon. I especially love free shipping on orders over $25. The problem comes, of course, when I  don’t have $25 worth of stuff. Buy more stuff to reach $25 or pay the shipping? I know which one Amazon wants me to do. And usually there are things I’ve put off buying or gifts to be tucked away that I can add in order to cross the magical twenty-five dollar threshold. But the other day when

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Friday was my nuclear stress test. Thursday night, I got a text message from my friend and co-worker Cordelia. I’m at St. Joe’s. I was having chest pains. They’re keeping me overnight and doing a stress test in the morning. Hmmmm, sounds familiar. Co-worker. Are we seeing a pattern? First on the agenda Friday was an echocardiogram. Following that I went across the hall to radiology where

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Today I went for a walk. No, not on a treadmill at the heart center of the hospital; my stress test got moved to Friday. (Is it tacky that I’m glad it got moved to Friday once I found out schools were cancelled today and I have an unexpected free day?) I went for a walk outside. Sounds nice, ‘til you factor in that I took the dog. Obnoxious, ill-trained snot that he is. I could have left him

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It’s been a long week. It’s been a busy week, a tiring week, a stressful week. The good news is that, after my visit to the doctor on Tuesday, I woke up Wednesday not wishing my head would just explode and get it over with. The bad news is that all day Thursday I felt like crap. Friday “crap” officially turned into chest pressure, some twinge-y pain, shortness of breath and nausea. I had my

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I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired. My cold went away last week, only to come back full-force on Sunday to settle firmly in my sinuses, and even I was sick of hearing me hack, so I went to the doctor. I’m now on antibiotics (again) with a side of steroids. I woke up feeling far better than when I went to bed and I’ve hardly coughed all day. Add a bunch of caffeine on top of the

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You were my constant companion throughout my C25K program. You never tagged along for the run, but were always there waiting when I got home. Now I open the door, expecting to see you inside, then remember that I had to let you go. You were consistent, making me feel better no matter how hard the run had been. You were supportive, curled around me on as I lay on the couch after. You were

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Forty-two, for the record. I went to my favorite local running store, Big Peach Running Co., and bought myself a new pair of running shoes to celebrate. I really went to get new socks (since all mine seem to end up my son W-P’s drawer. Considering that they say Zulu across the toe, it seems like a distinction he ought be be able to make, but apparently not so much…), but while I was there I

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Today is Elle K’s birthday.  Elle K is the friend crazy (sweet? gullible? stupid?) enough to have signed on to do the Disney Princess half marathon with me in March. The friend who may or may not be regretting it just yet. Despite Disney’s e-mail offer to let me buy a pink “Princess in Training” running skirt for $40, I thought I’d get her something a little lower key. The card was easy;

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So, after all the angst about the race, how did I do? Goal #1: Finish. I finished. Got the t-shrit and hat to prove it. Chalk one up for me. Goal #2: Run 30 minutes continuously. Didn’t happen. My longest continuous run was 28.44. Goal #3: Run at least 3.1 miles total during the race. This one I managed. (Because I was smart enough to not commit to 3.1 continuous miles…) I ran 4.91

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It was a long run; no doubt this is going to be a long report. Wouldn’t want to leave out a single moment of misery … I managed to get a decent night’s sleep before, which was already a plus over the Peachtree. I’d laid everything out beforehand — Garmin charged; iPod loaded with all my upbeat playlists and then some for the added time; number pinned to my singlet. The most exciting piece of

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The good thing about a 10K that ends at a water park and spending the day there after is lots of nice cool water to soak in … hanging out in the wave pool, floating around the lazy river. Good for the knees and hips, both of which need some TLC. The bad thing is that the fun rides are all uphill and up lotsa lotsa stairs. It was a fun day all around, both the run and the rest, but now I’m not

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