I'm a Marathoner

I completely forgot about this blog.

Lots has changed...

Bought a house.

Ran a marathon.

My boyfriend moved to Nashville, and we own the home together.

Haven't run since the marathon (4/30/11).

Feats of Strength

Not really.

I need some sort of lifting regimen. I run outdoors, I do the stationary bike, I run on the treadmill, I almost drown in the pool every now and then... but I don't do any sort of strength training. In the past, I was pretty militant about pilates, but I've slacked on that for the past... oh, six months or so. I've been doing boy pushups every other day (I can do 10 now!), but I still don't feel very toned. Any weight lifting suggestions?

10 Golden Rules for Running... sorta interesting, sorta obvious.

And... big news... I ran six miles today! It took an hour, it was boring as hell (I ran inside on the treadmill because it's sub-artic weather here in Nashville... not really), I think a guy tried to flirt with me (he gave me his buisness card... while I was running on a treadmill... first time for everything, I guess?).

And the really REALLY big news... I have a new baby brother! (Half-brother, but we'll call him my brother because he is so darn precious. If he were one of those ugly babies, I'd call him my half-brother. Not really.)

His name is Spencer... born on February 11th!

Intervals Suck

I've been doing intervals on the bike recently to lessen the pounding on the feet.

Intervals are not fun.

At least I'm in and out of the gym in 30 minutes.

It's so challenging! I feel like I make weird faces and noises during the 'work' part. Probably very similar to sex noises.

I'm trying to force myself to start weight training tomorrow. Last spring, I did an 8-week workout plan by Josh Hillis that I bought off the web. I really liked it and saw results after two weeks; however, at the time I was going to a women-only gym so I wasn't self conscious about doing situps on the ball and maybe letting a fart out or trying to hold an alternating arm-leg bridge thing (whatever) and falling over. Now I'm at a co-ed gym, and I'm much more timid. I need to get over that.

Thanks for the comments and stuff... now I know what quads are! It's good to be back in the world of running and it's so fun to read everyone's blogs and see what yall are up to. I think I got really depressed when I wasn't running and I was jealous of all yall and your ability to run/walk without a freaking space boot on.

I'm Back!

It's been forever... I guess I didn't want to jinx myself! I started running again... FINALLY... after I got my go-ahead from the orthopaedist on January 2nd. I ran a couple of times... short and slow... and still felt a little pain in the ankle.

I've been going to the gym pretty regularly for the past 3 weeks or so, alternating the bike and the treadmill. I'm so competitive with myself though, so it's hard for me NOT to push myself.

I did do a 5K last weekend... came in 25th out of 150 in my age group. It was HARD and I really think it was ALL uphill.

I did 8.5 miles worth of intervals on the stationary bike yesterday and whatever those muscles on your upper legs are called... I'm drawing a blank... anyway, those are KILLING me!

The best part though... I ran 5 miles outside this morning! That is the longest distance since the injury! I think the ankle doesn't hurt... but I'm just trying to be extra cautious.

In other news... I moved in with a friend this past weekend. Great house, great location. It's nice to have sort of a new start!

Yay!

Stupid Wine

Don't get me wrong, I love wine.

I just don't like how I feel the next day.

After drinking two bottles.

How am I going to get back to training?

Why did I think I can run a half marathon in March?

And a full marathon in April?

What the hell was I thinking?

I'm going to Atlanta after work today to spend the weekend and celebrate the new year.

My mom wrote me a card that said "2008 is going to be your year."

It made me cry a lot of tears, and I don't know why.

I'm getting divorced.

Ugh. I really hope 2008 IS my year. 2007 sort of sucked. :(

Happy Boxing Day!

Christmas was a lot of fun this year. I, along with my sister and brother, spent Christmas Eve with my dad and his wife and their son (my half-brother). We ate dinner and opened presents and drank wine and took lots of pictures. My dad, sister, and brother all got an iPhone. I got a kick ass Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT. Which I heart. (Although, I'm not going to lie. Now I'm the only one in that family that doesn't have an iPhone. But that makes me sound so terrible, doesn't it.)

Christmas day I was lazy and drank some champagne and took pictures with my new camera. I was supposed to make a broccoli casserole to take to my mom's house but had been too lazy to go to the store to get broccoli before the 25th. So, I improvised:

Christmas Casserole
1 cup cheese
2 eggs
1 can cream of mushroom
1 package of frozen asparagus spears, cooked, drained, and cut into 1 inch pieces
1 cup rice
1 cup mayo
bacon, cooked and crumbled
salt and pepper, to taste

Stir everything up in a big bowl and pour into a greased casserole dish. Top with crumbled Ritz crackers you bought at Walgreens because nothing else is open. Melt two tablespoons of butter and pour evenly over cracker crumbs. Bake at 350* for 35 minutes. Pray that it doesn't taste like poop.

Dinner at mom's went well... the casserole was actually not terrible and there weren't any leftovers. We carried on our tradition of the post-holiday meal Jaeger shot. I got a beatiful necklace from my mom and sister and my brother got me a coupon for an upcoming Sibling Date Night. We drank a lot of wine and then went to a tequila bar.

I need to get back on the workout train... somehow I've managed not to gain any weight, but I can tell that I'm getting out of shape. Oy.

Sleep Deprived

Well, I was.

Not anymore.

Wednesday after work, I went out for dinner.

At the Pickle Barrel.

The Pickle Barrel is in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I live in Nashville.

I got home at 4am.

I took the next day off.

I went out Thursday night, and went to bed at 2am.

Got up at 7am for work.

Came home at 3pm, laid down for a nap at 4pm.

Woke up at 10:30pm.

Now my body is all screwed up. I have exercised exactly zero times this week. I've spent the entire day cleaning. I have to fight the holiday crowds at some point today because I realized that no, I am NOT done Christmas shopping like I thought I was. I also need to go to the liquor store to stock up on booze because I don't want to run out--in Tennessee, you can't buy wine/spirits on Sundays (lame).

I go back to the doctor on the 2nd... hopefully I'll be able to start running again. Lord knows I do NOT want to attempt swimming (although I know I need to).