Fumbling Towards Fitness

the trials, victories, and musings of a documented slow poke

Midnight Running April 4, 2012

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Today is my 28th consecutive day of running.  Alright, it’s not much to be excited about.  Especially if you know that exactly half of that has been stinky little single miles.  But I set out to try this for a month, and I have no inclination to stop. So that, I’m excited about.  I’m also really tickled that this has fixed by problem of missing runs.  I’ve had to do a few desperate things to keep this going so now  I realize now that all those folks that I was falling all over myself admiring for doing this for so many decades, yeah, they have treadmills.  I’m convinced.  Last night, I went ahead and just ran in a thunderstorm.  One big lesson there: get that run when you can.  We had a gorgeous day all day.  I managed to busy myself with life (that didn’t involve being at work) and waited until the evening, when a storm was kicking.  Yeah, I didn’t check the weather like I learned I was supposed to.  But I was at home, which means I have about 10 pairs of old running shoes that can get soaked and lightening doesn’t worry me, so run in the thunderstorm I did.

My parents are moving from New Jersey back to Savannah which meant I was in New Jersey, helping pack the moving truck for most of last week (we’re big do-it-yourselfers).  So that was five days of getting by on the bare minimum of one mile a day and mostly at midnight, each day.  The last of those was Saturday night, after a 7 something hour drive from Atlanta (where we didn’t leave Atlanta until 5pm).  So, I set out to get a little mileage in on Sunday and barely hacked out five miles.  My body has decided that’s its new threshold.  Since the race, I haven’t managed to all-out run more than five miles without having to include a little walking, for whatever reason.  I only took about three days off between the race and the streak.  I have tendencies to get a little freaked out when I sense that I’m losing ground that I’ve fought hard to gain.  I experienced something similar in CrossFit when, after many months of improvement, I started to get slower.  Who knows what causes this crap.  Am I failing to push myself?  Anyway, I’m keeping my cool on this and working on building myself back up.  I am definitely someone who must fight constantly to keep any progress I make.   Does it work like that for you guys??


Since I’ve gotten home, I’ve been doing my runs during the day.  I prefer the evening/night, but I figure I’ve got to get myself used to the heat.  So, I ran at the beach for the last few days, mostly out of laziness because it’s two blocks from my house. It’s a fine place to run.  I just haven’t perfected the whole coming up behind people that are walking and slipping by them without scaring the peewine and green goose mess out of them (my Mama’s terminology).  Now I realize there is etiquette for this type of situation.  I’m just working on my execution.  At first, I felt like my desperate huffing as well as (what I imagine to be) slapping footfalls (that I know is improper form), coupled with a polite “excuse me” would announce my approach, however a test pass past a strolling middle-aged couple proved that this was not the case.  The poor woman just about back-flipped into the sand while her husband ran off the sidewalk like he was dodging a speeding bus.  (Speeding, no, but bus, perhaps.)  I apologized ALL over myself, and continued on in humiliation.   Okay, maybe I’m not as loud as I think I am.  Shortly after were two ladies with whom I was determined to do MUCH better.  So at about 10 feet away, I politely said “coming up on your left” yet somehow earned the same reaction.   I’m now taking out my earphones for the maneuver so as to more accurately hear what others are hearing.  Clearly I am better suited for the night/lonesome running that I’ve been doing.  My favorite location is the Bay St. Louis Bridge:


Ok, this was taken post-run, so you’ll have to forgive the squiggle-vision.  Guess I’ve gotta get my shots before I run, or it’s gonna be “Dr. Katz”.  Anyway, it’s two miles across with a wide, fenced off running lane, and hardly anyone on it later in the day.  Somehow I always have fantastic runs here.  It’s a magical bridge.

Today I registered for the Pensacola Marathon – November 11………..so, woo hoo!  I’m the kind of chick that has to get locked in and all obligated to make sure I do the work.  Since I apparently need some more mileage buildup, I’m doing this appropriately named “Mileage Buildup Schedule” for the next couple of months before I start training.  (From Art Liberman’s website, marathontaining.com.)

Mileage Buildup Schedule (Schedule I)

Week# Sun. Mon. Tue. Wed. Thu. Fri. Sat. Total
1 4 Rest 3 Rest 4 Rest 3 14
2 4 Rest 4 Rest 4 Rest 3 15
3 5 Rest 4 Rest 4 Rest 3 16
4 3 Rest 3 Rest 3 Rest 3 12
5 5 Rest 3 3 3 Rest 3 17
6 6 Rest 3 3 3 Rest 3 18
7 6 Rest 3 4 3 Rest 4 20
8 3 Rest 4 Rest 3 Rest 3 13
9 7 Rest 3 5 4 Rest 3 22
10 7 Rest 4 5 4 Rest 4 24
11 8 Rest 4 6 4 Rest 4 26
12 4 Rest 3 Rest 4 Rest 4 15
13 8 Rest 5 6 5 Rest 4 28
14 9 Rest 5 6 6 Rest 4 30
15 9 Rest 5 7 6 Rest 5 32
16 5 Rest 4 Rest 4 Rest 4 17
17 10 Rest 6 8 6 Rest 4 34
18 10 Rest 6 8 7 Rest 4 35
19 6 Rest 4 Rest 5 Rest 4 19

I’m not doing the whole thing, just jumping in around week 10.  We’ll see how that goes.

I have lots to talk about, but I gotta rush and catch a few hours of sleep before work tomorrow.  I sat up to wash all my running clothes for the week.  Streaking equal lots of laundry.  More later!


Unexpectedly fragile… March 22, 2012

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It’s late and I won’t be much of writer, and it’s all a bunch of shenanigans anyway, but if you feel like hearing about it…

Every part of my day today seemed to scheming to kill my poor little streak.

The plan was to work a long run in during my lunch break since I needed to come home tonight.  A quick little background:  I work 90 miles from my home.  Because of this, a couple of coworkers and I keep an apartment near work where we stay three or four nights a week.  We work long days – about  12 hours – so it rarely makes sense to drive all the way home for a few hours, just to come right back  before dawn.  But I planned to be home tonight and I really didn’t want to delay my departure  after work this time.  Usually, I go for a minimal one or two miles on going home nights, once I get off,  just to keep the streak while saving precious time.

As soon as I left the parking lot, this unbelievable storm got to cooking.  I creeped my car through opaque sheets of rain  to the park, stupidly hoping it wasn’t pouring there, haha.  Good Lord.  It was one of those storms that was settling in for a while, too.  Not a passing one.  Crappit, I should have checked the weather!!  I called a nearby gym to see if they charge a day rate, figuring I’d use a treadmill, worst case.  The lady was sweet and told me they absolutely do but, “Darling, don’t you come over here.  The street and parking lot’s flooded.  I understand what you need but it just isn’t worth it.”  CRAP!

I wasted over an hour, tooting around in the downpour, and time was running out so I had to head on back.  But I was feeling a little panicked.  There’s people that have done this for decades.  I can’t be the imbecile that somehow lets a little rain kill my streak after only two weeks.  No!  Well, to be honest, this is the worst storm we’ve had since maybe The storm, but so what?  It’s gonna happen.  My mind was whirring and getting a little freaked out while I tried to figure out what to do.  I checked the weather and it said 100% chance of rain through the next day.  I could run in the rain, but then I’d have wet sneaks for the next day’s running too.  Shoot.

So I pull into the parking garage at work and find a spot on a less populated floor.  And then I realize…parking garage!!  I drove a lap around the floor and found it was exactly a third of a mile.  I’ll just run my looney toons looking behind three times  around the parking garage when I get off.

Great plan, except the GPS doesn’t like it in there and I was adamant that I wanted a full mile, not a cheater.  (I wanna be honest…don’t judge!)  Eight crazy hours later, having forgotten to eat or drink anything, I found a break in the rain and went to the top deck where I could get a signal.  Knocked out the mile as quickly as I could, passing two security guards and playing like “well duh, of course I’m running laps around the parking garage in an escalating rain at night (yeah, it was cranking back up).  Everybody does.  Hello!” And made it to the car just in time as the sky came unglued again.  And I had a asthma attack.  Stupid.  I forgot my inhaler in this whole silly streak drama.  And then I drove my wheezy self 90 miles home in this crazy storm, on top of the world, having just barely saved this unexpectedly fragile little streak.

Snap.  Guess I need to check the weather.  But now I’ve got a precisely measured Plan B.  Woo!

Now what about you?