Okay, so it wasn’t 70. It was 69. Miles, that is. I did 69 miles on my bike after weeks of not being out on my bike. The last time Dave and I rode, we did a quick 17 miles and called it good. Since then, we’ve had stuff going on – events, travels and such – and the long rides and runs just haven’t been happening. But this week, I sat down and wrote out my long ride and run schedule leading up to Wisconsin in my planner and I had a “Oh, sh*t!” moment. My ride today called for five hours. FIVE HOURS. How could I do that after weeks of not riding? I wasn’t sure that I could. Continue reading
Love him in the morning when you see the sun arising. Love him in the evening ’cause he brought you through the day. And in the in between time when you feel the pressure rising, remember that he loves you and he promises to stay. So when you feel the need to worry, because it seems the thing to do, remember he’s not in a hurry. He’s always got time for you. So…love him in the morning when you see the sun arising…. Continue reading
Mid-February, life took a crazy turn, and I ended up running for office in my city. It was a delightful, hectic and successful experience, so now I’m adjusting to my new position on city council and finding my new routine, which I hope will include returning to this space.
Of note, I raced Ironman 70.3 Santa Rosa this weekend and had a personal best! I had considered not racing because I felt under-trained after having missed so many workouts during my campaign, but the weather in Santa Rosa was perfect for racing, so I decided to give it a try. I’m so glad I did. Continue reading
This morning, I learned firsthand what a huge difference a slight form adjustment can make on a run. I spent the morning on the track with my team. The workout called for 400s with 60 seconds of rest between each 400. The idea was to do at least 12 400s at 5K pace, which for me is a 2:20 per lap, and to do them until I could no longer hold that pace.
Everything hurts. My legs, my back, my arms. I am moving, but gingerly. When I want to put socks on, I have to think about how I’m going to get my feet up to my hands or my hands down to my feet. As I’m getting in and out of the car, I have to think about supporting myself, so I don’t collapse mid-sit. I’m not broken. I’m just in pain, and it’s all Bo’s fault. Continue reading
In the rain, Dave and I drove up to Russell Park on Lake Georgetown for the Bruises and Bandages trail race with Trailhead Running. Since 2012, I’ve spent my falls trail running, but this last fall, I was super busy at work and couldn’t make Tuesday night runs work, so I’ve been off the trails for a while. I did the first race of my favorite trail series in November, but I hadn’t been running regularly – or at all, really – on trails. The November course was particularly challenging, so I struggled. Today, the course was more doable. It felt great to be out on the trails again. Continue reading
For the first time since my Africa trip, I took an extended vacation. I had almost two full weeks off at the end of last year. I didn’t plan it that way, but office closures given that the holidays fell on the weekends magically extended the one week vacation that I had planned. It was lovely. I disengaged and had lots of time to do the end of the year organizing and stuff that I like to do. Now I’m back – or perhaps easing back – into work mode and the rhythm of regular life. Continue reading