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

And I’m back up and running!

Hoodieruns.ca is up and, yep, intentional pun to follow, running!
I’m also getting going again. There’s a new watch in my life. This one to be exact: Garmin Forerunner 310XT.  It has helped to motivate me a bit. I like seeing the numbers and getting that quantifiable feedback.  

There’s also another reason to get going: Surviving the zombie apocalypse – is your workout a fraud?  (thank you Coach Chris at CrossFit Waterloo for the link) basically, cross functional exercise will help cure my baby brain and body. Speaking ‎of body, oI’m 8 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight but the composition and shape of my body is very different. ‎I’ve certainly lost muscle mass and core strength. 

My goal is to get back into running shape, fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes and be a good role model to my Little. Here’s the plan: train to run the Oktoberfest 5km fast, lift heavy things and clean up my eating. The Little doesn’t do so well with me eating dairy, so that is an easy trim from my diet. It’s the eating more veg and less sugar that I really stumble on.

Here’s how the month of July has gone, so far:

‎1 July- 25:29, 2.15 mi, 11:50/mi

2 July – 27:18, 2.51mi, 10:51/mi
20 July – 48:25, 4.28 mi, 11:19/mi
Lifting: 13lbs of baby daily. So basically none. 

Eating: like an idiot. 
Clothing: not even close to fitting.

Eating.

On Tuesday and Wednesday last week, I did some great work at CrossFit and I was excited with my progress. I was so excited in fact, I posted this on my FaceBook status:

Yesterday I put 120lbs over my head and today I cleaned 115lbs from the floor. Imagine what I’m capable of if I trained consistently and ate clean. 

Game on.”


A comment from a friend got me thinking. He said, “Don’t imagine… do it.” He’s right you know. I’ve been moaning to Tetz for weeks now about how I’m feeling. Eating is the single thing that I do everyday that I can use to make me feel better, have more energy and make me healthier. Sure, exercise will help but I don’t always have time to workout everyday and I certainly don’t have time to workout at Biggest Loser volumes!
My Feedly feed has a bunch of Paleo related content in it so I went and did some reading. Once again I found myself reading about The Whole30 Program. Go read it, it’s ok. I’ll wait.
Back?
I went last night and picked up a copy of It Starts With Food. Last night, before bed, I read four chapters. None of the things Melissa and Dallas write about were new to me. In fact, the first chapter on nutrients felt like a reminder of grade 10 nutrition. I knew this stuff already. So, why am I making bad choices? The chapter on our bodies’ physiological response to food, why we respond to sweet, salty and fatty did open my eyes though. I’d never really considered how much of our “food” is engineered to tap into those responses. 
This book is resonating with me. I’m going to read the rest of it this weekend and then, Tuesday morning, it begins. I’m starting a Whole30.
Game on.

Pitter Patter, I’m Back At’er!

Tonight was my first CrossFit class since 17 May. I am grateful that it wasn’t as painful as I thought it was going to be!  
The workout was as follows:
EMOM 10
1 power clean
1 squat clean to thruster 
I did this at 75lbs, which according to my shabby logging, is a 10lb personal record. Good job Hoodie!
AMRAP 15
400 meter run
25 push ups
I completed 4 rounds + the run and 15 push ups of round 5. My cardio fitness is ok, the runs I’ve been getting in here and there are certainly showing but I could be doing so much more. 
Going back for more tomorrow. 
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EMOM – every minute on the minute, do the exercises listed then rest until the next minute starts
AMRAP – as many rounds as possible, for the number of minutes posted 

It’s been awhile…

I’ve been busy!  (see: golf with Hoodlet, ripped hands, sunburn and dirty legs)
A couple of weeks, early in April were spent in Jamaica, sunning and rumming with some of our bestest friends. Such fun was had! Some minor nudity, lots and lots of dirty bananas, beach, cliff jumping, jerk chicken, jerk fries, jerk pasta, and tons of belly laughs were all highlights. @Wardy_, @keilshammer, @Leslie_Morton, and CM75, thank you so much for so much fun!!! I (we!) love you guys!!
The rest of April has slipped by with running and CrossFit. I’m working out 3-5 times a week and enjoying myself immensely. This seems to really help me keep my sanity and I am likely the changes I’m seeing in other sports. For instance, the little Hoodlet and Hubcap came down on the weekend. We golfed 18 and I was *crushing* my drives. Easily the longest drives of my life and straight! I certainly like the strength I’ve accumulated! 
Friends from work are encouraging me to do an obstacle race and that seems like it’d be super fun. Just terrified of the work I need to do to be competitive. Please, send me encouragement. I’ll do it… just need some gentle persuasion.