I know. It’s been a few months. Honestly, just haven’t had the urge to post. Why? Just cuz I’m a dud and don’t want to login. Haha! Lazy, yes, but honest.
Yea, yea. I haven’t updated since I dropped a bomb shell in the form of a furry dog.
Needless to say, a lot has happened and yet it doesn’t feel like it:
– I’ve completed 2 halfs since April: Coeur d’Alene and Seattle Rock n’ Roll.
– I’ve got my first tri not this weekend, but the next and have not really felt like I’ve trained for it.
– Roxie (did I say her name last time?) is still adorkable and very much alive and well (and spoiled rotten–I mean well loved).
I feel like most of my updates lately have been about work. I apologize about that. It’s definitely been a rough few months, but it’s lightened up. I also feel like I haven’t been posting about running. Honestly, I feel like there hasn’t been much to post about. I’ve done a lot of training. I live on a hill. Anytime I run, it’s straight up hill. FUN TIMES. Not.
Over the years, I’ve done a gazillion races. From 5Ks, to a gazillion half marathons, to marathons. My first race as a runner was a 10K trail run in 2009. In 2010, I completed my first half marathon in Coeur d’ Alene. After that, I was addicted to that distance. It became my favorite distance. It still is really.
The following year, in 2011, my sister started to race. Like me, her first race was a trail run. She started out at a 5K and then later on that year, we did our first half in Seattle together. In October of that year, I completed my first full in Portland alone. Two years later (and my sister’s wedding), my sister and I (along with a friend) completed the Portland Marathon. It was my second one and my sister’s and our friend’s first. My sister and I spent the summer weekends training and running across the city. Sometime within those years, I did complete a couple of duathalons.
I write this post very very depressed and pissed at the situation. Tomorrow is the tri and I won’t be participating. Why? Oh I had a shitty week.
Lets start with last Sunday. Got into another accident in the parking lot of Albertsons. My poor poor car. Grrrrrr. Still figuring out that issue. Fast forward a couple days to Tuesday.. I take off on my bike to see if my bike will fit into my mothers car. Get a couple miles away from my parents house and suddenly wake up in an ambulance. Turns out that my bike isn’t meant for think dirt. The wheel got caught and I went down. Broke my brand spanking new helmet. *sighs* All within race week. Soooooooo I won’t be doing either the tri or marathon. After all that hard work. I’m more than a little pissed at the situation. At least we get to still go down to San Fran. Just won’t be racing.
Yes. I should have wrote this ages ago. Yes. I have been busy. To be fair, I started a post, finished it and then WordPress kicked me out and didn’t save my draft. TT_TT I wasn’t happen and gave up re-writing it.
To sum up my training: well I’m still at it. That’s good right? I’ve done 3 races so far. Two halfs and one 12K. Two by myself and one with Tink. Bloomsday, Coeur d’Alene, Windemere. And what happened?
I PR’ed at the ones I did alone (Bloomsday & Coeur d’Alene). They were only each by mere minutes, BUT it was a PR.
I meant to post the recap earlier, but after Portland, I was pooped. My body recovered pretty fast, but I was just tired. Plus I started my new job Wednesday. …and my boyfriend is being grumpy and moody which sets off my mood. *sighs* So it’s been fun. To sum it up, it’s done. We conquered. We didn’t do it without some bumps though.
The day or so leading up to the race was kind of uneventful. My dad and my sister’s husband had fun with happy hour a couple of nights but that was it really. I kept a close eye on the forecast. Unlike last time I did Portland, the day was supposed to be hot. And I mean HOT. I was more concerned for my sister and a friend of my sister’s. They don’t care for the heat so much. I don’t usually mind it too much. It was supposed to be 81 dg. Turns out that I should have been concerned but it wasn’t for my sister. The heat affected me the most.
Well…this week has felt like a doozy. It’s Sunday and I’m sitting on the couch while dinner cooks.
First of all! Marathon training. We are into week 3 and this week’s millage was 12 miles. It’s always funny to me, but 12 miles doesn’t seem that long to me when you are thinking about the 26.2 we will have to do in October. When I’m training for a half though, 12 feels long. It’s a whole mental deal. Anywho, this week, training was done separate. Why? Tink was out of town for a wedding. Her and her husband were leaving early Friday morning. Sooo we had to figure out another way. She tried to get me to do the training Thursday, but Thursdays my leg strength day with my trainer. Plus I work until 5. Noooo way jose. Not gonna happen. I’m exhausted when I get off of work. So Tink had to find another way.