October 2017 in review!
Total mileage for the month: 323.6 - my biggest month ever! In comparison, I did: January - 261, February - 212, March - 203, April - 219, May - 249, June - 205, July - 275, August - 301, September - 271.
Oct. 2-8: 70.1
Oct. 9-15: 77.1 - a volume-focused week (only a tiny workout)
Oct. 16-22: 71.6
Oct. 23-29: 76.6 - my sixth week in the 70s!
Oct. 30-Nov. 5: projected at 65 - a cut-back week with a half marathon race at the end
I've got 3 PTs who are all pretty great. Kayley evaluated me when I first started. Loved her from the beginning because she knew how important it was to me to keep moving. "Do all you want as long as there is no pain."
I've only seen Toby once but he is a runner. He was amazed that I ran Boston and said if he was me he'd never remove the Boston shirt. It's kind of funny but I'm really weird about how my clothing fits and feels. I like looking at that shirt but not wearing it.
Typically, to a group of runners, The Wall relates to the ensuing death march over the last few miles of a marathon. The inflection point separating when you feel good/ok and when you are miserable. This post is not about that kind of wall.
I live in Southern California, about a half hour drive from the Mexican Border so perhaps I’m talking about that Wall. The one that separates families with barbed wire and attempts to keep other people safe. The one that is constantly in the news for dru
Hello all! It's been a very long time since I posted and since this is all new, thought I'd jump on the band wagon and share my latest race.
I haven't blooped for such a long time because I never felt like I had anything interesting to say. My running in the past year has been pretty mundane (at least compared to a lot of you). I became a "Mimi" last February to twin boys! They are my first grandchildren and they have changed my life and my priorities for sure. Running use to be such a
Years ago on Loopville, someone (I think it was Corc) posted a link to an article written by Lauren Fleshman. It was about the difference between male and female runners/athletes and accepting that difference.
I thought of that article again this weekend. Read it here! https://www.runnersworld.com/runners-stories/a20793927/i-run-like-a-girl/ It's not just insightful and interesting, it's hilarious. Seriously. Stop reading my bloop right now and go read it and then come back (or not).
In the spring Loco Races decided to buy the Vermont 100 on 100. Ugh. I mean great...I suppose. If the race was cancelled I didn't have to decide whether or not my body was ready to run 15+ miles. And then Loco comes along and saves the day.
I managed to not sign up for the relay the 1st time jschneid announced that he was putting together a team. Jschneid = Christine's friend who saved me at the last minute last year by replacing me and my f'd up hamstring.
Since last year jschneid an
My routine the last couple of weeks has been 4 miles on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, then 6 on Saturday. Nothing to brag about, but at least it's running.
As for the knee, Ralph continues to improve, slowly. I notice him about half the time, but the pain level is mostly 1-3 on a 10 scale. I'd like to be going further and faster of course, but I don't want to wreck anything, so I'll stay with the current state for now.
I only occasionally see other runners, although
For the second time in as many days I was climbing Cardiac Hill at the worst possible time of day. The sun had reached sufficient height in the summer sky to obliterate every shady refuge on the city streets but hadn’t yet been up long enough to burn away the morning humidity. And for the second day in a row I had been too exhausted to drag my tired ass and the useless meat sticks hanging from it down to the river nice and early like I was supposed to. At the top of the hill is a CVS with automa
I’ll never forget my first Sony Walkman. I hadn’t yet started running but I loved music. It was the mid-70s, and apple was still a fruit. My Walkman was crude by today’s standards — an eight-track tape player discarded from Ronny Lane’s Ford Falcon and a Sears Diehard (bruce willis sold separately). Sure, it was ugly and heavy and looked odd tucked in my cutoff Levi’s, but I was listening to Grand Funk untethered. Life was good.
Thankfully, Sony upped its game shortly thereafter, and the
This week has kinda felt like week one of running for me. Those weeks where you just can’t get in a rhythm, can’t get the legs to move like you want, and just can’t find the pep in your step… those weeks only make us stronger, right? I know that it does but it can be hard to accept that at the time.
Last night, I had 4 mile tempo @ 9:00 on the training log. I’ve been doing a mile warm-up and a mile cool-down before/after all of my speed work and I can certainly feel the benefits of it. I ra
So yeah, it's been a while. It's also been a while since I ran. Neither was intended. I love writing about all my super fun exciting and sometimes hazardous runs and I LOVE running. Unfortunately I've been dealing with an injury since July. It started out as hamstring/but which I then called Hambutt....then it went to my low back....then to my hip flexor. Then all three. I've been chasing around this injury for months. I thought I was better and stupidly ran a 15k, primarily to win money. I know
I've been severely lacking in miles in September as I dealt with the stress of the house purchase and then having to pack up my life and move to my parents until I actually close on the house or the deal goes dead and I have to find a new rental. No idea why I always give running the short end of the stick when I'm stressed because it's probably what I need most. I plan to get back to it tonight after my work day wraps up. I'm at our State capitol office this week and next week for special me
I’ve been doing a lot of writing here - for myself mostly because it’s pretty mundane. But maybe someone has a lot of free time on their hands and enjoys sifting through my mess. And my return-to-running training log is here for the spreadsheet lovers.
Week 1 - 2
Week 2 - 5.6
Week 3 - 12.4
Week 4 - 18.4
Week 5 - 23.7
Week 6 - 19.5 (10 miles on Monday of Week 7)
Week 7 - 39.5 (10 miles from Week 6)
Week 8 - 28.2
Week 9 - 26.3 (taper-ish for A
Last December I was at the grocery store and I heard someone say, "Gwen, I've been hoping I'd see you!"
It was a friend's boyfriend. His name is Jim.
Jim had been losing weight after a health scare. He said he had a challenge for me. He wanted to race me across the Ocean City bridges. He would be walking the bridges once while he wanted me to run an equivalent amount of time.
I explained about my hamstring but said we would talk later.
I saw Jim again in March and
TL;DR: Wineglass Marathon was amazing! I ran my most consistent race and got a PR by nearly 6 minutes. Parents and Loopsters made it extra-special. 10/10, would run again.
The parents and I arrived in Corning, NY, late Friday afternoon. We checked into our hotel and met up with Liz and Peg for a drink and bite to eat nearby. It’s always great to catch up with Loopsters, and it was fun for my parents to meet some of the people that I talk about so much. It had been a long day of driving from
My alarm was set for 3 am, but I was awake and out of bed by 2:45. Plenty of time for coffee, oatmeal and a little bit of wardrobe indecision before heading out the door at 3:45. The drive to Fort Collins would take about an hour and the last bus to the start was departing at 5. Though normal people were still fast asleep, I was happy to be on my way—driving through the dark, 80s hair-band music on the radio, ready to run my 10th marathon.
All the pre-race stuff was over in a flash–parkin
I went to bed Sunday night with visions of a great week of running and getting to the gym in my head. This would be the week I transitioned to taking Monday as a rest day and slipping a short run in Sunday after church instead of my traditional nap.
But Monday night this happened:
And because I can’t just carve a plain ol’ jackolantern, I was up till 11:00 pm meticulously carving the first line of Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in D minor into my pumpkin. Tuesday morning, I ju
My friend Cathy and I have been talking about doing the Grand Circle Trailfest for almost 2.5 years. The Grand Circle Trailfest is 3 days of racing roughly a half marathon each day. Each day you run just outside of a National Park -- Bryce Canyon, Zion National Park and the Grand Canyon (Horseshoe Bend).
Three years ago I sent Cathy the promo video for this race and she was excited as I was! We were all set to sign up and then I had the whole hamstring tear. Fast forward 2 years and I told
Men, be warned. Lots of lady business up in here.
Let's talk about periods and running. Specifically, the lack of running while on my period. I generally feel like death the first two days and it marginally gets better after that, but I want to run during my period instead of taking a one-week break every five weeks or so. I'm also extremely, extremely tired that week and I try to keep my iron levels up because of the bleeding.
Today was my first shot at that and it didn't go so well.
“So are these guys like college buddies or something?”
“Well, we all met in high school” I responded to Young Female Coworker. “I’ve known them almost 23 years.”
Her face dropped and her eyes widened a little bit. “I’m 23.”
“I guess I just didn’t realize you were that old.”
Goddamned kids. It was my last day in the office before heading out to the Outer Banks for a week for our annual shindig. As we’ve all moved on in life and a few of us moved away from New J
The Marshall University Marathon is my home course. I've run the half multiple times, hosted the very first ever official Loopfest (we called that one Loopsterfest) in my home, and I'm on the marathon planning committee. Last year I couldn't run because I had had my ankle surgery three weeks prior, but I dragged a folding chair and the official Loop cowbell to the side of the 5K and cheered on TO, who had dropped in to run it, then I drove to a spot along the marathon course and cheered on vario
The chocolate cake in the glass case caught my eye as soon as I approached the counter of the small town coffee shop. My wife saw it too and smiled knowingly at me. I said, "But I gotta have some kind of lunch first." I asked the guy for a bagel and he said, "Sorry we're out of bagels." It was approaching 1 o'clock; you can't expect bagels to be available all day. "Okay," I replied without much hesitation, "I'll have a piece of chocolate cake. And a glass of plain milk if you have it."
Merry (belated) Christmas, Happy (belated) Hanukkah, and Happy New Year!
As usual, I'm late the the party with this bloop. I meant to do it right after getting home from Rehoboth, but work got crazy and I didn't have time to bloop from my desk so it just didn't happen.
DH and I made the long drive down to Delaware the Thursday before the race - it's about 8.5 hours from our house to the hotel in Rehoboth. Two years ago we used a Hanukkah visit with DH's mom (who lives in Baltimore) a
Note: All 5 of the other Loopsters who participated in the Wineglass weekend are stellar individuals, outstanding people. Words don’t do justice, so I have copped out and not written about them. It’s too difficult to find the right sentiments. To be honest, it’s hard enough to write about this race. My feelings are complicated. Despite the successes across the board that the weekend brought to us, I feel we’re all poised for even better things. May the running gods smile on us, every one.
I was initially planning to hold the Second Annual Inaugural Irma Gerd 8 Mile Classic on Monday, seeing as how I had 8 miles on the schedule and the first running of the event had also been a Monday. Seemed symmetrically preordained. But, as is ever the case, life intervened. I found out I had to spend all day Tuesday in Florida with a client who likes to be wined and dined and always insists on closing the bar of whatever restaurant they make us buy them dinner at. So I knew I wasn’t going to g