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Angry noises….


Today is not a happy day, my friends. Not happy at all.

Every year, I make cranberries for Thanksgiving dinner. For the past two years now, they’ve been too soupy. I very very carefully measured everything out today to make sure I wasn’t adding too much liquid. I even measured out the cranberries. But alas, I ended up with cranberry soup. I just hope it sets up tonight. Cross your fingers for me.

While I was waiting for the cranberries to cool, I decided to go for a quick 2.5 mile jog. WORST. RUN. EVER. I’m serious. I haven’t had a run go that badly since I first started running this summer. I ran for the first mile-ish, and then was having so much trouble breathing that I had to walk almost all of the remaining 1.5 miles. I couldn’t even run for 1/4-mile stretches. It was miserable. Just rotten. I’m going to potentially blame the sports bra I was wearing. It was new, and seemed to be extra compression-y, which maybe restricted my breathing too much. I’m hoping that’s it, anyway, because if these issues come up again tomorrow, I’m going to be out there running all through Thanksgiving dinner. Grumble grumble.

But since I don’t want to leave on such Negative Nancy Notes, here are two positives:

1. There is pumpkin ale in my (very near) future.

2. 101 Dalmations is on ABC Family right now (the live-action film, not the animated Disney classic), and Hugh Laurie plays one of the villains. Love it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

OMG. Positive note #3: The other villain is Mr. Weasley (Mark Williams)! HA!


Hello, Motivation?


You can come back now….

Seriously, I’ve lost my motivation to run lately. I was supposed to run last night. Didn’t. (Watched The Time Traveler’s Wife instead…. Movie > Running in 38 degrees.) Paul and I are taking a trip to Starved Rock tomorrow, so I’ll at least get some activity in then. But if I’m going to run 5 miles (with hills…) in a few weeks, I really need to keep the running going. Anyone have some motivation they can spare?

Cocoa Beano 5k Recap


Paul and I ran the Lagomarcino’s Cocoa Beano 5k this past Saturday. My brother ran it, too, and his (9-month pregnant) wife and her sister walked it.

The race was definitely much bigger than the Pumpkin Stampede. There were ~2500 people, vs. the 97 at PS. The course was beautiful, and I wish I hadn’t been so aggravated so I could have enjoyed it more. My problem is that the walkers all lined up at the front, stayed in the middle of the road the whole time, and frequently walked 2-4 people across. This wasn’t so terrible while we were on the street, but for part of the race, we were on a narrow trail in the woods. It was impossible to maneuver around them. At one point, I tried to pass a woman who was running while holding hands with her 7-year-old daughter while turning around to talk to the person behind her, and I just about slid down the slope into the river. Not a happy camper. Or runner.

I finished in just over 34 minutes (chip time), so it was definitely a little slower than the last race, but considering how frequently I was trying to dodge and weave around other people, I think I probably would have done a bit better. Oh well, there’s always next time.

Next up: Davenport Turkey Trot. Who’s with me?

Dear Body…


You have to run a 5k in a week (whether you realize it or not). Therefore, it would be in your best interest to stop sucking. I’m going to run that race with or without your cooperation. We both know that running is more enjoyable when you just get with the program and let me run. Okay?


So, running has been a suckfest again. I didn’t run last week because it rained every. single. day. And when I tried to squeeze in a run last Thursday morning, the air was so heavy from the humidity that I couldn’t breathe. Then, this past week, I went back to my regular schedule and still couldn’t run more than a mile and a half at a time. Today was a little better. I’m building back up, slowly but (not so) surely. I just hope this week goes well so I feel ready for Sunday. Come on lungs…don’t fail me now!

What the hell, body?


While on my miserable suck-fest of a run today, I had a post all planned out. But now, 1 hour post-run, I’m just tired and disappointed and (almost) beyond caring.

Basically, Friday’s run was bad. Really bad. I was supposed to run 25 minutes, no walking. I made it 18 minutes before I had to stop and walk the rest. It was either stop and walk home, or pound on someone’s door and ask them if I could use their bathroom because my stomach had all of a sudden decided it hated me…and the apple I fed it before running.

So, I took Saturday and Sunday off. We were out of town for the weekend, and I thought maybe my body was tired since I’d been pushing it a lot lately. While talking with my brother (a “retired” marathon runner) Sunday morning, I mentioned my issues from Friday. He suggested switching up my pre-run fuel (which I had planned to do anyway), and said I should try having some whole wheat toast 45 minutes before my run.

Flash forward to this evening. I had another 25-minute run scheduled. At 4:45, I ate a couple of pieces of light whole wheat toast, drank some water, and waited 45 minutes. I set out on my run and within a few minutes (as in, I hadn’t even gotten past my 5-minute warm-up walk), I had heart burn. During the run, my entire body felt like lead and I had no energy and no endurance. My breathing was erratic and I just couldn’t gain control of it. I made it 6 minutes before I had to walk. I jogged and walked for the rest of the work out, with my jogging intervals less than 4 minutes at a time. I had some rockin’ side stitches, too. At one point, all I wanted to do was cry. It was just so frustrating. I know my body has been capable of more in the past. I don’t understand why, all of a sudden, I can’t do something that I’ve been doing for the past week and a half, let alone make any sort of progress.

Whatever. I’m over it (no I’m not). I’m going to try again tomorrow, since today turned out to be more of a walk anyway, and I think I’ll try protein before the run. Apple and peanut butter, here I come.

Oh, and if you’re wondering about Six-Day September, yeah…I’ve been listening to my body a little more this month and have taken a couple of days off here and there. I think I’m going to scrap that idea and focus on running and figuring out what’s going on with my body this month.

Any other suggestions or advice? I need as much as I can get….