So I’ve run twice now. Once intentionally.

There have been two runs so far… let me tell you about how they went down.

The First Run

I did my very first run since getting cleared by my favourite torturist physiotherapist. As a reminder, I’m only allowed to run 30 seconds, followed by 2 minutes of walking and this is to project my delicate, aging body.

My Garmin data shows how carefully I followed the rules. I was so delighted to be out running, I didn’t even care how ridiculous I looked, trotting along so slowly for 30 seconds and then meandering even more slowly for two minutes.

splits

stats

That pace is soooo slow but it’s a run!!

Now to turn this into a regular occurence. After talking with a colleague, lunchtime runs might be the best option for me.

The Other Run

This run was completely un-planned and against all rules. It was comprised of 15 seconds of flat out sprinting. At 1:40AM on Thursday night. Thanks a lot carbon monoxide detector and your test pattern to alert us to the fact you were not properly mounted.

Scariest moments of my life.

What I learned:

  • I know that I only care about getting one thing out of my house… my child.
  • I must remember to grab my phone on the way out, to call 911.
  • Sprinting does not make my Achilles very happy for the next few days.

My ankle and foot have been tight all weekend but have settled now. The plan is to run an approved, following The Rules, run tonight.

Baby, we were born to run

Last night, as Jon Stewart signed off and I’ve attempted to watch the PVR’d MacLean’s Leader’s debate, The Boss started in on “Born To Run” and my brain tuned out and started contemplating running.

Since sometime last fall, I haven’t gone for a run. After breaking my foot during Run For The Toad, and the subsequent Achilles injury I got in the other foot for compensating for wearing an aircast, I have been sidelined. My physiotherapist had me under a strict NO RUNNING, avoid walking, NO JUMPING, generally stop moving order. It s.u.c.k.e.d.

During that time off, I went back to work, went back to school, started a new role at work, tried to figure out how to parent the Little, and stay married. It’s been a lot, especially for me not having my usual method of stress managment available to me.

Yesterday though, yesterday, I almost lost all my composure at physio trying to articulate why I so badly needed to run.

And she said, “FINE. But…”

Then came a list of restrictions and requirements I have to follow that I won’t bore you with but it boils down to: 30 seconds of running followed by 2 minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes, at most every other day.

So tonight… tonight, hoodie runs.

A new start

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That feeling…

‎You know that feeling? 
That feeling that you get when you get a hard workout done and you think: Wow. I missed this?
That feeling of jelly arms ‎and you’re not sure if you can pull on your jacket, let alone drive a vehicle safely yet?
That feeling of pleasant fatigue, and your body saying to you: Ow. Yes. More please.

That feeling of the bar, resting across your shoulders, in preparation for a back squat, and suddenly you remember why you enjoyed it so much?

I’ve felt them all ‎in the last week and especially today after my first official CrossFit class in 18 months. I missed it. Really missed it and didn’t even realize it. 

So, since the first rule of CF is to always talk about CF:

AMRAP 30
50 double under – scaled to 150 single skips
4 muscle ups – scaled to 8 ring dips
6 push presses 75lbs – scaled to 55lbs
8 over bar burgers – scaled the pushup portion to off the knees

Completed 5 rounds + 150 skips and 8 ring dips.

‎More to come… stay tuned.

Road Rage

‎Tonight I went out for a quick 5km, planning to do some tempo and hill work. As usual, since having The Little, I’ve been wearing a bright yellow bib with a reflective stripe while out running. Especially if The Little is with me or I’m out alone‎. 

I had it on. I pay attention. I know people are tired at the end of the work day. I assume people can’t see me/have missed seeing me. However. At the light (yep, the only light on my run!) on the way home, I came up to a red. I waited for the advance green to end in the direction I was travelling and the walk sign to appear before attempting to cross. As I started to step out onto the crossing, a land yacht (giant SUV) was rolling into the intersection make a right turn on the red,  without looking to the right. I was looking into the passenger window at the back of her head while yelling, “HEY!” and jumping backwards onto the curb. Unbelievable. She half-assed an apology wave and I started into the intersection again‎. Luckily, I threw glance over my right shoulder in time to see a driver in another land yacht accelerating to turn left,  into me. She did stop and let me cross. Talk about an adrenaline rush! 

Run details:

5.1km, 32:05, 10:07/mi, 2×25 metre hill repeats

Ran in my splashy new kicks!

Go long!

Like that homage to the “happiest 20 weeks of the year” (or so I’m told), football season?
‎Thanks to good friends and a super awesome Mr. Hoodieruns, I crammed in two runs this weekend. One was 8km and the second was 17km! Huzzah!
I really needed the confidence boost of going long because The Toad is looming.  ‎Luckily, I have a fit and fun bunch of friends: @bigbrnz, @Leslie_Morton, @C_R_Morton, @Keilshammer and @Wardy_  that helped me get out for back to back runs. Mr. Hoodieruns, armed with a bottle and the magic napping couch, gave me the time I needed to go.

Saturday, the trio of ladies did 8km in 56mins with 1 can of pamplemousse each. To fight the feet that keep falling asleep on @Leslie_Morton, we did 9 and 1’s: ran 9 min and walked (with purpose!) 1 minute. 

Sunday, the boys joined me and @Leslie_Morton for 8km, then she broke off to help @Wardy_ put together a meal for us moochers, and her Mister jumped on his bicycle. The boys stayed with me until 10km before returning. You can read @bigbrnz’s summary here: http://www.bigbrnz.com/2014/09/anniversary-running.html?m=1 @C_R_Morton continued on with me, braving an already sore saddle, to the end of my run: 17km in 2:06, run as a negative split, using 9 and 1’s.

That ‎was the longest I’ve run in a. Very. Long. Time. I was a bit hobbled afterwards. My poor sticks were tired! After some stretching and lying on the floor, with my legs up in the air, I felt better. Today, I’m feeling pretty good! Definitely the legs are tired and my one knee is a little tender but nothing to be worried about. 

The 25km in 4 weeks feels just a little bit more manageable. 

Thank goodness for good friends!

7.8km in the Hydrocut and 10km on the road

That’s my “still sweating after a shower” face. 
So… that was hard. Hard but awesome!
This morning I joined the Adventure Guide trail running group for a run in the Hydrocut. We covered 7.8km in 1:01, averaging 12:41/mi. We ran Stinky Girl. 

This is a fantastic little run group, at a great local store. Check them out at: http://advguide.com/. The run group details are there too. They are perfectly located to maximise the use of the Hydrocut trails and they send two staff members that know the trails out with the group to ensure everyone is safe and not lost. Which is important, just look at the map picture! It doesn’t even show a quarter of the trails available!


The Hydrocut is a fairly technical trail, with lots of exposed roots, rocks, and hills to navigate. It’s mostly single track with the added bonus of friendly mountain bikers to say hi to along the way. It’s beautiful back in there and I can’t wait to go again.
On Wednesday, Mr. Hoodieruns, the Little and I ran 10.07 km in 1:11:35, I averaged 11:26/mi. That, my friends, was the longest I have run in over a year! It was the longest ride of the Little’s life, until the 10 miler of today. Because Mr. Hoodieruns has the Tough Muddier next weekend, he took the Little out with him on his run while I ran trails. 
So, a bit more training in the books but certainly not enough. Anyone want to go running with me?

Five things no one tells you about your first runs, after baby

‎Baby’s here and you’re ready to start running again. Maybe it is the only thing that makes you feel human, or you really just need some time away from diapers and another person’s bodily fluids, whatever your reasons, running is undoubtedly therapeutic. Well, it used to be before that tiny human arrived. Now, it might be a little different. Here’s five things I learned on my first runs after The Little arrived.

1.‎ Your shoes won’t fit‎ – those sausages aren’t going to fit into your favourite kicks any more. Between the swelling that hangs around after baby’s arrival and the extra weight you carried for nine months, your hotdogs aren’t the same size and shape they used to be. Good news, the swelling goes away. Bad news, the new shoe size might be here to stay. ‎Depending on your genetics and how your feet reacted to the extra poundage, they might snap back, given time. Or they might not. Either way, sore feet do not a happy runner make. Get shoes that fit. 

2.  The girls now have their own agenda – Yep, those tatas have been liberated, they are working girls now and they don’t take the yoke of a sports bra lightly. They don’t stay where you put them and they get all rammy, trying to escape. With all that extra tissue you grew to feed the baby, it’s probably in your best interest to go find a Sports Bra. A Sports Bra that Means Business. One with wide, comfortable straps and cups that fit, no boob oozing permitted. Don’t try and just jam the ladies into their old bras. They will make you pay in creative ways you never dreamed of (see number 3).‎ Even if you didn’t endure huge mammary changes that made your girls rival Pamela Anderson’s, go get fitted. That is precious tissue that is already taking a beating at the mouth of your barracuda baby. Don’t add to the punishment. Make sure your tatas are well tucked in and comfortable and your run will be more enjoyable. 

3. Leaking ladies‎ – Thanks to the miracle of birth, ‎your body is now feeding another person. Your breasts will not let you forget it. Working girls, remember? I don’t know what causes this, but you might leak milk while out for a run. Thanks girls. The best way to handle this is to invest in some breastpads that have leak-proof‎ backing, like the stuff on the outsides of cloth diapers. It goes without saying you have to keep these well cleaned, otherwise you risk a breast infection and those are no picnic. So, get those leak-proof breastpads or risk the girls announcing to the world that you’re lactating and forcing you to deal with a clammy wet shirt on the way home. Your call.

4. It might feel like your lady plumbing is going to fall out – Yeah. Birth is a bit traumatic for the lady bits. You did just push a grapefruit sized noggin through your lady cave and, unsurprisingly, it needs time to heal. Make sure you listen to your health care professional before resuming a fitness program. Beyond their okay, listen to your body. ‎If it feels like your lady plumbing is going to fall out, it might be because it is. Seriously, it could happen. Take it easy. Unless you get your livelihood from running, there’s no need to push yourself that hard. Slow down and rock the back of the pack.

5. Pee sprinkles to show you the way home. ‎ ‎Remember when I said “trauma,” “grapefruit,” and “lady cave”? Well, here’s a handy little reminder: a dribble of pee, running faster than you, down your leg. Trust me, you probably won’t even notice it until it gets to your leg because things feel a bit different in general. There’s all kinds of exercises you can do to help this problem, one of them is squats, so talk to your doctor/midwifery professional to get some guidance. In the meantime time, follow that breadcrumb trail of urine all the way home! Pfft, who needs a GPS?

Best of luck on your first runs ladies. You earned them.

Toad training in earnest

‎Since signing up for the 25km Run For Toad, I’ve been running according to the training plan on the Toad website (here).

I had to start at the end of Week Two so my weekly totals are not what they should have been. This week however, I’m doing much better, completing all the runs so far. I’ve got a 12.5k long run and a 5k left to check off this weekend.  
Sunday, last week, was the longest run I had done in over six months ‎and it wasn’t all fun and games. I felt great until about the 30 minute mark but after that my core and pelvis were sapped. Dark and pouty thoughts filled my head- “I’m so out of shape, this is misery. What if I die out here and my baby doesn’t have a mother? What if there’s an emergency and I’m so out of shape that I can’t get back quickly? God I hate how Mr. Hoodieruns is in so much better shape that me.” Pretty good self talk, isn’t it? After we got back though, I felt much better and didn’t have much in the way of residual soreness. Then the self talk changed over the course of the rest of the day- “I could do this more often. I missed running. Maybe I should sign up for a race.” And so, the Toad seemed like a good idea. 

Fast forward to the runs this week. They’ve only been marginally shorter than that dark run on Sunday, but man, do I have a different head space! ‎ Mr. Hoodieruns ran with me on Tuesday for my 6k run; we left The Little with grandparents for a nap. Last night I did 6k by myself, after The Little went to bed.

Of all the runs, last night’s was the best. It was cool and beautiful at dusk‎. I was alone with my thoughts and they weren’t dark and sour. Instead it was meditative and fun. There were laughs at the fact that the turnaround point was at the bottom of a big hill, and surprise at how much stronger I felt already. There were daydreams about sharing running with The Little when they are bigger and there were furious calculations of what possible completion times might be for my first 25k trail race. ‎

I’m pumped and motivated for the training for this race. Now, if I could bottle up this emotion for the middle of the training to keep me going…‎

Thursday 24 July
6k‎
41:28‎
11:06/mi‎