Scheduled: 4 miles
Actual: 2.6 miles (I looked at the wrong day on my schedule)
Time: 30 minutes on the treadmill
Nothing much to say about this run. It was on the dreadmill… the dreadmill sucks.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Lucky Seven
Scheduled: 7 miles
Actual: 7 miles ON THE DOT
Time: 1:24:50
Pace per mile: 12:07
This run was little harder than I was expecting it to be. The first half I averaged 11:55 min/mile but the second half I was running into the wind and seriously lacking in fuel and slowed to about 12:20 min/mile pace. Tyson now has a PR for mileage though. I’m not sure about you but my guess would be that not any average dog could go run 7 miles AND still be hyper when they got home. That’s why my dog is “special”.
Saturday night I went out with my Cuz and her boyfriend to a bar in Wicker Park. I am not going to spend very much energy talking about the bar because to be perfectly honest it was nothing to waste my breath about. BUT I will say this… I really can’t stand people who are Yuppy, but want you to think they are BoHo. Who are you kidding??? When your outfit looks like you are trying too hard, you probably are. YOUR NOT FOOLING ME! Although I would like to give props to the guy wearing the shirt saying “I bring nothing to the table”
Also, when did smoking cigs become cool again? I must have missed that memo.
Actual: 7 miles ON THE DOT
Time: 1:24:50
Pace per mile: 12:07
This run was little harder than I was expecting it to be. The first half I averaged 11:55 min/mile but the second half I was running into the wind and seriously lacking in fuel and slowed to about 12:20 min/mile pace. Tyson now has a PR for mileage though. I’m not sure about you but my guess would be that not any average dog could go run 7 miles AND still be hyper when they got home. That’s why my dog is “special”.
Saturday night I went out with my Cuz and her boyfriend to a bar in Wicker Park. I am not going to spend very much energy talking about the bar because to be perfectly honest it was nothing to waste my breath about. BUT I will say this… I really can’t stand people who are Yuppy, but want you to think they are BoHo. Who are you kidding??? When your outfit looks like you are trying too hard, you probably are. YOUR NOT FOOLING ME! Although I would like to give props to the guy wearing the shirt saying “I bring nothing to the table”
Also, when did smoking cigs become cool again? I must have missed that memo.
Turkey Trotting
Turkey Trot 8K Official Results:
Time: 1:02:38
Pace per mile: 12:36
Place Overall: 2899/3151
Place Age: 161/180
In one of my many attempts to convince every person I talk to that they can run I was able to talk my dad into running a 5K race with me.
“It’s no big deal” I told him as I printed out a Couch to 5K program. Then I went home and signed us up for an 8K. MUHAHHHAHAHAHA (that’s my evil laugh)
Fast forward to race day. It was cold. It was snowy. It was sloooooow (sorry dad). It was actually a little OVER 5 miles (according to my trusty Garmin), BUT we did it. My dad ran the farthest he has ever run… his official chip time was 7 seconds faster than me. Not that I’m bitter…
Time: 1:02:38
Pace per mile: 12:36
Place Overall: 2899/3151
Place Age: 161/180
In one of my many attempts to convince every person I talk to that they can run I was able to talk my dad into running a 5K race with me.
“It’s no big deal” I told him as I printed out a Couch to 5K program. Then I went home and signed us up for an 8K. MUHAHHHAHAHAHA (that’s my evil laugh)
Fast forward to race day. It was cold. It was snowy. It was sloooooow (sorry dad). It was actually a little OVER 5 miles (according to my trusty Garmin), BUT we did it. My dad ran the farthest he has ever run… his official chip time was 7 seconds faster than me. Not that I’m bitter…
Monday, November 19, 2007
Monday Already?
Scheduled: 2 miles
Actual: 2.6 miles 30 minutes
Average pace: ~11:30 minute miles
I opened the gym this morning so I hoped on the treadmill. Stopping at 2 miles felt too short so I went for thirty minutes. I ran in my new shoes!!! I have been wearing Brooks for probably my last 5 or 6 pairs of shoes, and I was ready for a change. This summer and the plantar fascinmyassiitis SUCKED. So my new pair are Nike… and I have a good feeling about them. I believe that they will help me run 9 minute miles at the ING half.
A girl can dream can’t she???
Actual: 2.6 miles 30 minutes
Average pace: ~11:30 minute miles
I opened the gym this morning so I hoped on the treadmill. Stopping at 2 miles felt too short so I went for thirty minutes. I ran in my new shoes!!! I have been wearing Brooks for probably my last 5 or 6 pairs of shoes, and I was ready for a change. This summer and the plantar fascinmyassiitis SUCKED. So my new pair are Nike… and I have a good feeling about them. I believe that they will help me run 9 minute miles at the ING half.
A girl can dream can’t she???
Saturday's Run
Scheduled: 6 miles
Actual: 6.5 miles 1:20:34
Average Pace: 12:24 min/mile.
My very nice friend S who hasn’t run since the last time we ran together which was over 3 months ago decided to come with me Saturday morning for my long run of the week. It is so unfair when I run 3-4 times a week and she hasn’t run in months and she ran the 6.5 miles like it was nothing. Bitch. So off we went. S, me and the dog. It wasn’t bad… and it allowed me to be guilt free Saturday night when we all got our drink on. And let me tell you… we definitely got our drink on.
Actual: 6.5 miles 1:20:34
Average Pace: 12:24 min/mile.
My very nice friend S who hasn’t run since the last time we ran together which was over 3 months ago decided to come with me Saturday morning for my long run of the week. It is so unfair when I run 3-4 times a week and she hasn’t run in months and she ran the 6.5 miles like it was nothing. Bitch. So off we went. S, me and the dog. It wasn’t bad… and it allowed me to be guilt free Saturday night when we all got our drink on. And let me tell you… we definitely got our drink on.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Truth...
Ok. So I know this is only my fourth entry, but I have to come clean. I did not totally create this blog to only discuss my workouts and eating habits. This summer in my running group I met two women who blog. After reading their bogs, I officially became obsessed with the idea of a blog. I actually had blog jealousy. Blog envy. So here I am, finally putting myself out there for all who may stumble across. I welcome you into my thoughts, and feelings, AND workouts and eating habits.
So instead of easing into these thoughts and feelings, I am just going to jump right in. Come on in the waters fine…
Today would have been the EX and my two-year anniversary, the second time around. I am surprisingly ok with this fact (crossing my fingers hoping that after writing all this I will still feel this way) I thought the EX was “the one” I had understood that the first time around we were young, immature, stupid, yada yada yada, but this time was different. We didn’t fight as much; we were both in better places in our lives… whatever… I won’t bore you with the details. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I was wrong. In the past two and a halfish months I have come to many realizations. Although I love the EX and probably always will, he was not “the one”.
You know the show Gossip Girl? Yes I know this seems like a giant leap… Baring my soul to talking about a trashy WB show, but trust me I have a point. One of the things I have noticed is the chemistry between two of the main characters Serena and Dan. I swear they have the best onscreen kisses that I have ever seen in my life hands down. I am very aware they are actors and are paid to kiss that way but damn… I believe that “the one” and I will share kisses that are that hot if not hotter. Even though I enjoyed kissing the EX, I have to admit that most of the passion had been removed along time ago.
I also have realized that “the one” will care as much if not more about the things that are important to me. Number one on that list being my family (and I use the term loosely because my family does not just consist of my mom, dad, step mom and brother. I have about four moms, two dads, and too many little brothers and sisters to count… but all that is for another day) “The one” will want to meet all of them before I even offer to introduce them. It will just be something he needs to do to feel closer to me. I understand now that you can’t have a complete relationship if a very important part of you (meaning me) is omitted. I will never compromise this part of me again.
Next, it has come clear to me now that just because I am not sad, does not mean I am happy. I thought it had to be black or white. Happy or sad. But that’s not true. I was mistaking not being unhappy with meaning I was happy. In actuality, I was feeling trapped in a relationship because I was scared of being alone, and hurting that person that I love. Just because you love someone does not mean it is meant to be. This may seem totally out there but it felt like my car had stalled on the train tracks and I was able to get my seatbelt off, but my grandma is stuck (grandma is a metaphor for someone I care very deeply about in case you are scratching your head). I don’t want to leave her and watch her get hit by the train, but do I want to die? Now that you think I am overly dramatic… I know “the one” will make me happy.
I did not mean for this post to turn into a “What I want in a man” list, but I needed to write it out to help validate what I am thinking, to help me believe what I know is right. I want to thank the EX for helping me learn more about myself, and who I want to be as well. I will end this post with lyrics from Chris Daughtry’s song: Over You… and I promise I will not have a sappy, girly post like this again… or at least for a little while…
Well I never saw it coming
I should of started running
A long long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you
I'm better off without you
More than you, More than you know
I'm slowly getting closure
I guess it's really over
I'm finally getting better
Now I'm picking up the pieces
from spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together
The day I thought I'd never get through
I got over you!
So instead of easing into these thoughts and feelings, I am just going to jump right in. Come on in the waters fine…
Today would have been the EX and my two-year anniversary, the second time around. I am surprisingly ok with this fact (crossing my fingers hoping that after writing all this I will still feel this way) I thought the EX was “the one” I had understood that the first time around we were young, immature, stupid, yada yada yada, but this time was different. We didn’t fight as much; we were both in better places in our lives… whatever… I won’t bore you with the details. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I was wrong. In the past two and a halfish months I have come to many realizations. Although I love the EX and probably always will, he was not “the one”.
You know the show Gossip Girl? Yes I know this seems like a giant leap… Baring my soul to talking about a trashy WB show, but trust me I have a point. One of the things I have noticed is the chemistry between two of the main characters Serena and Dan. I swear they have the best onscreen kisses that I have ever seen in my life hands down. I am very aware they are actors and are paid to kiss that way but damn… I believe that “the one” and I will share kisses that are that hot if not hotter. Even though I enjoyed kissing the EX, I have to admit that most of the passion had been removed along time ago.
I also have realized that “the one” will care as much if not more about the things that are important to me. Number one on that list being my family (and I use the term loosely because my family does not just consist of my mom, dad, step mom and brother. I have about four moms, two dads, and too many little brothers and sisters to count… but all that is for another day) “The one” will want to meet all of them before I even offer to introduce them. It will just be something he needs to do to feel closer to me. I understand now that you can’t have a complete relationship if a very important part of you (meaning me) is omitted. I will never compromise this part of me again.
Next, it has come clear to me now that just because I am not sad, does not mean I am happy. I thought it had to be black or white. Happy or sad. But that’s not true. I was mistaking not being unhappy with meaning I was happy. In actuality, I was feeling trapped in a relationship because I was scared of being alone, and hurting that person that I love. Just because you love someone does not mean it is meant to be. This may seem totally out there but it felt like my car had stalled on the train tracks and I was able to get my seatbelt off, but my grandma is stuck (grandma is a metaphor for someone I care very deeply about in case you are scratching your head). I don’t want to leave her and watch her get hit by the train, but do I want to die? Now that you think I am overly dramatic… I know “the one” will make me happy.
I did not mean for this post to turn into a “What I want in a man” list, but I needed to write it out to help validate what I am thinking, to help me believe what I know is right. I want to thank the EX for helping me learn more about myself, and who I want to be as well. I will end this post with lyrics from Chris Daughtry’s song: Over You… and I promise I will not have a sappy, girly post like this again… or at least for a little while…
Well I never saw it coming
I should of started running
A long long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you
I'm better off without you
More than you, More than you know
I'm slowly getting closure
I guess it's really over
I'm finally getting better
Now I'm picking up the pieces
from spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together
The day I thought I'd never get through
I got over you!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Extra Shift
So today I covered Jack's after work shift at the gym. Since today was a cross training day and I was feeling lazy I decided on the seated bike. 40 minutes went by quickly and I was able to catch up on Britney and all of my other favorite celebrities. When I used to do the eliptical at the gym I would go through 3 or 4 trashy magazines a week... it was nice reconnecting. Maybe I can learn to run and read at the same time. Hey I did master chewing gum and walking, it can't be too much harder.
After work I met S at target and shopped for my team's "adopted" family. I was told to buy sleeper clothes for a 3T. Having no clue what a 3T was we wandered around the baby clothes aisles. Every outfit was cuter than the next... and then it hit me. I will have the best dressed baby in town but will be a very poor mama (good thing that's not happening for a LONG time). Is it bad when I am wishing that 3T came in my size?
After work I met S at target and shopped for my team's "adopted" family. I was told to buy sleeper clothes for a 3T. Having no clue what a 3T was we wandered around the baby clothes aisles. Every outfit was cuter than the next... and then it hit me. I will have the best dressed baby in town but will be a very poor mama (good thing that's not happening for a LONG time). Is it bad when I am wishing that 3T came in my size?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Speed Workout
Scheduled: 5 Miles (1 mile WU, 1 mile 11:30 pace, half mile recovery, 1 miles 11:15 pace, half mile recovery, 1 mile cool down)
Actual: 5.21 miles 1:03:22 minutes
This is the run I was planning on doing this morning, but instead I slept in. So as soon as I got home from work I threw on my workout clothes and running shoes and hit the pavement. Here is the breakdown:
WU: 1.04 miles 12:41 @ min/mile
First interval: 1.04 miles @ 11:15 min/mile
Recovery: .51 mile @ 13:05 min/mile
Second Interval: 1.01 miles @ 11:00 min/mile
Recovery: .51 mile @ 13:19 min/mile
CD: 1.1 miles @ 12:40 min/mile
Not bad considering that it was dark and I couldn’t see my Garmin as I went. I grabbed the dog and he came with for the last 2 miles. It helped breakup the 10 laps I did around my block!
Actual: 5.21 miles 1:03:22 minutes
This is the run I was planning on doing this morning, but instead I slept in. So as soon as I got home from work I threw on my workout clothes and running shoes and hit the pavement. Here is the breakdown:
WU: 1.04 miles 12:41 @ min/mile
First interval: 1.04 miles @ 11:15 min/mile
Recovery: .51 mile @ 13:05 min/mile
Second Interval: 1.01 miles @ 11:00 min/mile
Recovery: .51 mile @ 13:19 min/mile
CD: 1.1 miles @ 12:40 min/mile
Not bad considering that it was dark and I couldn’t see my Garmin as I went. I grabbed the dog and he came with for the last 2 miles. It helped breakup the 10 laps I did around my block!
A long awaited intro
My name is Jaime. HI!
I want to use this blog to mostly reflect and hold myself accountable for my workouts and eating habbits. This past summer I trained with a running group for the Chicago Marathon and was super dissapointed when they closed the course as I was passing the 16.5 mile marker. But I am back with avengance and am now training for the ING Miami Half Marathon in January. This time I am doing it solo, and so far its been okay. Luckily this Chicago falinter (get it? Fall and Winter) has been pretty mild. But I am prepared for it to get COLD... which it always does.
So here we go...
I want to use this blog to mostly reflect and hold myself accountable for my workouts and eating habbits. This past summer I trained with a running group for the Chicago Marathon and was super dissapointed when they closed the course as I was passing the 16.5 mile marker. But I am back with avengance and am now training for the ING Miami Half Marathon in January. This time I am doing it solo, and so far its been okay. Luckily this Chicago falinter (get it? Fall and Winter) has been pretty mild. But I am prepared for it to get COLD... which it always does.
So here we go...
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