Monday, August 25, 2008

Week 8/16: The one with an upset tummy

I think I ate some bad feta somewhere along the way this week and I've been down and out ever since with fatigue and waves of nausea, no good for running. So aside from the belly aches here's how the week went:
Sunday and Monday were spent recovering from the race on Saturday. Legs felt really good though so I did some cross-training on the elliptical and climbing machines at the gym.
Tuesday: 4km. Good evening run.
Wednesday: 5 hills + 6km. Hills felt really great this week and I was up and down in no time. The cool weather that morning really helped with keeping me up and alert I think. I scheduled a massage for later that day as well, which was an excellent idea on my part.
Thursday: Cross-trained on bike.
Friday: Headed out to do a 6km but only managed 5.2. High humidity in the morning and a poopy stomach didn't help the situation. Ended up taking a sick day and lying on the bathroom floor for awhile.
Saturday: 4km. Good run. Effing hot. Got to see all the students unloading their parents vans, always enjoyable to see university students with Hello Kitty stuffed animals.
Sunday: Scheduled to run 15km but didn't wake up early enough to beat the heat. Ended up swapping for a shorter run of 4km, will have to make that up tomorrow when the heat goes away. Ran on the treadmill, 'cause I'm a baby la la.

I also went back to the Running Room yesterday because of some pains in the arch of my right foot. I just got new shoes in May so I figured maybe I needed an insert. The manager (who also sold me those shoes, tsk tsk) watched me run and shook his head like I was the sorriest runner he'd ever seen. Then he brought me out two other pairs of shoes, which I tried and he was much more pleased. He did a straight exchange for the new pair which are Brooks Adrenaline GTS8 - apparently very good for girls with high arches and rubber ankles. Three cheers for the Running Room, I love that place.
We'll see how the Brooks make it through the week.

Friday, August 22, 2008

True story: REM madness

Somewhere during my REM cycle last night I had this very realistic, boring and plodding dream that I was running. Just running, on my usual morning route.
I passed the smoking Chinese guy surrounded by his white cloud of cancer; I smelled the rotting green bins that were put out too late; I got caught at the College Street light and had to bounce around for 30 seconds, my right ankle twitched on the inclines and I got a little stitch on the declines.
And when I woke up it took me at least a solid minute to determine if I still needed to run or not.
What the eff?
So the question is - can I put that run in my training log?
And when exactly is a shirtless Michael Phelps going to return to his REM duties? Seriously. That boy is slacking.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Dear The Hills; we're so done.

Dear The Hills,
I'm gonna say this straight up because I don't want to mess you around. We're officially through.

We've had some really good times - lots of laughs, tears and fashion mishaps. And that's how I choose to remember you. As the good Hills that I once I knew. Sadly, you are now merely a shell of your former self.

I say this because I care about you. You need to kill Heidi & Spencer and then you need to put an end to all of this insipidness - turning the gun on yourself is the only way to save us all.

Please don't cry and resort to theatrics, we've all seen enough of that. And don't bring out threats of another sex tape, it only makes you appear needy. I know that this season you're trying to pull out all the stops with some young, hip music, a fresh lipgloss and a few shots of Restylane ... but it's just not going to work. I'm just not that into you anymore.

I'm sorry if I sound way harsh, but I don't want to confuse your small, feeble brain.
The Hills - you're dead to me.

Sincerely,
Me

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Week 7/16: The one where I wore short shorts

Yes, I said it - short shorts. With the humidity climbing, my mileage increasing and the hill training never-ending, I decided to go with apparel that had decidedly less chance of chafing my lady parts.
Overall it was a good week, despite the fact that my body increasingly felt fatigued and sore. I can't decide if the running book that I've been reading is causing me to be more analytical, or if I'm actual experiencing symptoms of exhaustion. Either way I cut back a bit this week and focused more on relaxing and recovering before and after my long run.
Here's a look at the week:
Sunday: 12km across the Danforth. Made the stupid move of running during Taste of the Danforth. Dodged smells of roasting meats the entire first half. Great run though, cloudy and cool.
Tuesday: 4km. Out and back in the early morning.
Wednesday: 4 hills + 6 km. Once again I dodged the running clinics on the hill. This time there was just a cute, married couple. They cheered me on during my last hill. I love runners.
Thursday: Supposed to do 5km. Too sore. Too tired.
Friday: 3km makeup run. On the treadmill. Felt sluggish and tired. Slowed down to get through.
Saturday: 15km race - Midsummer Night's Run. I was nervous all day leading up to this one. An evening run throws off my entire eating and preparation schedule. Aside from some mild dehydration it was a great run. Great crowd and some really nice runners that helped keep me on pace. I was happy with a 1:34 time, still slightly slower than my half-marathon goal time....but I still have 11 weeks to go.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

That boy is a running fool!

So I'm about five weeks into my training for the Toronto half-marathon and as many of my "running colleagues" have been publicly tracking their progress and challenges as a way of keeping on track, I thought that I would do the same.
And if this in any way causes you to think "hey, that chick has absolutely no coordination and enough thigh cellulite to choke a horse - if she can do it so can i" then I am happy to be of assistance.

Here we go then, last week I ran the following days and distances:
Sunday - 10 km through Rosedale. Was hell. Was hot. Wanted to die. But didn't.
Tuesday - 4km
Wednesday - 3 hills / 7.5 km. First day of hills, which I did in the morning to avoid the evening running clinics. Wasn't as bad as I thought. Did not puke.
Thursday - 5km. Great time, no walks.
Saturday - 3km. Ran at a sprinting pace (5:10km) after a little warm-up. Felt really good.

I'm still nine weeks away from the race so anything could happen. But I'm stretching a lot and trying to stay relaxed - plus I just invested in some new running shorts that I need to run the hell out of in order to justify the cost.
That's how I roll.

Monday, August 04, 2008

The Perfect Simcoe Day


Dutch-oven Pancake, originally uploaded by Librarian In The City.

This morning the bf and I went for brunch a delightful little out-of-the-way joint and I had what might possibly be one of the most amazing breakfast experiences EVER. Caps are necessary here.
I ordered this Dutch-Oven Pancake, which, to my delight did not involve farting and pulling a blanket over my head. Quite the opposite actually.

This is a pancake, made very much like a real cake. With delicious crispy edges and amazing fluffy yet dense inards. And then they have the balls to smother it with blueberries and serve it with warm syrup and fresh whipped cream on the side.

I almost started to weep in the restaurant. But I knew that the hipster crowd would sense my weakness, stare me down over their oversized Golden Girl sunglasses and judge me silently. The worst of hipster punishments.

I got 96 problems but a crayon ain't one

A few weeks ago I bought this pack of Crayola Crayons because they were on sale. Yes, I have a problem with sales at Staples...but that's another story.

So I took them home and smelled them for awhile and then went out and bought some colouring books to play around with. For those of you without children let me alert you to something. Kids don't colour anymore.
That's right. The racks that traditionally held the large books filled with cheap newsprint and Disney princesses are now being used for, wait for it...STICKER BOOKS.

Can you believe this shit? Alls of a sudden it's too much to ask a kid to choose between Burnt Sienna and Bittersweet. Now they just have to pull of some stickers and smack them down willy-nilly.

I weep for the future.