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Competitive juices boiling

So you know how I said in my last post that I wasn’t affected by having to walk Run for Water? Well, I wasn’t at the event itself, but I was the next day – when I started looking at the times of people I knew who actively ran the varying courses. I saw good times, great times, unbelievable times. And you know what, the competitive juices in my belly instantly began to boil.

I want to be fast. Super. Princess. Fast. I don’t just want to run the runs anymore, I want to kick their asses and have a blast doing it. So, where do I go from here?

Well, me and my pregnant belly we will continue what we’re doing currently, but come three or so months from now (people keep saying I’m gonna need recovery time after thumb-sucking alien baby arrives, but I’m taking that advice with a grain of salt ;)) there will be a plan in place. I don’t know what that plan will look like, or how I’ll achieve it, but hear me now, I will be faster – some way, some how, come hell or high water, my legs will take me on the fastest adventure I’ve ever been on.


These were good races, but I want to be faster!

I have a feeling there could be a coach in my future 😀

The Running Room program can only take you so far, and I’ve tried doing it on my own, and while I did increase my times quite nicely, they’re still not fast enough. And I know the value of the Running Room is that it’s not overly expensive, but the thing is, for me, it’s high time I elevate my running status.

I know it’s not gonna be cheap, not by any means, and it could be frustrating as hell finding the perfect coach and training program to suit my needs, but in the long run I truly believe it will so be worth the cost and the effort. Take Big Ring for example. Last year he purchased his Lapierre, his sexy French mistress that set him back more than $5,000, but that he thoroughly loves to look at and longs to ride. This is my new bike. This is my Lapierre.

SO FAR:

  • My fastest 5 km time is 27:18:00. I want to be 25:00:00
  • My fastest 10 km time is 56:01:00. I want to be 53:00:00
  • My fastest half marathon time is 2:00:24. I want to break two hours.
  • My fastest marathon time is: 4:44:24. I want to be 4:15:00.

I don’t know if those times are realistic, but I do know they are times that are giving me a goal to look towards, to get excited about, to drive me forward – like the lightening rod speed of Usain Bolt!

Plus, I can’t possibly let my Big Brother beat me now can I? And believe you me, he will try. This is the text he sent me after my last post:

But we’re not competitive in my family, nooo 😀

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Lost

So, uhm, I kind of, sort of, maybe lost a fellow runner yesterday between kilometres 29 and 32. Oops. Note to self, I am a follower NOT a leader.

Unlike the last few weeks of running solo on Sundays, I decided to join my favourite running chick and Rose. And for the most part, aside from my tender foot pads to which I blame my newer, not-quite-pounded-in-enough shoes, I was feeling pretty awesome fitness and injury wise on the hilly route. My ankles were fine, my hips were fine, my mind was fine. And so, when my favourite running chick increased the pace of our long SLOW distance run in the last 5 km, to between a 5:30 and 6:00 minutes per km clip, I was game. The two of us were so focused on our speed and our form and pushing our legs and our brains forward, we completely lost track of the fact Rose was no longer at our heels until we arrived at our end location. We waited and waited and waited, we stretched, we waited, we paced, we waited, we worried, we waited. About 15 minutes passed before my favourite running chick hopped in her car to search for Rose.  I stayed in the lot feeling completely helpless.

Thankfully Rose was fine. Turns out she tacked on a few extra kilometres when she made a wrong turn, and because she didn’t have her Garmin with her she had no indication she was going further than she needed to. As soon as I saw her hop out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief. Phew, I thought, while they may never let me in the lead again, they will let me run with them again, and that’s what matters … oh and that Rose was safe too, definitely matters!

YESTERDAY’S RUN:

  • 7:20 a.m. BG before: 6.9 (2 Sharkies)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent
  • Distance: 32 km
  • Average pace: 6:43 min/km
  • Time: 3:35:22
  • @45 min: Hammer Gel. @60 min. BG: 6.0 @90 minutes. eLoad gel. @2 hours BG: 7.8 @2:15 2 DEX
  • 11:30 a.m. BG after: 7.7

After the run I helped celebrate my favourite iron chickie’s birthday with a birthday party tea party. And my goodness, I do not know why us Canadian girls do not have more of these kind of parties … especially with a New Zealander doing all the baking 😉 This girl went all out in the baking realm with maple drizzled scones complete with maple cream; homemade lemon curd cupcakes with iron chickie designed butterflies; pumpernickel and smoked salmon with capers; finger sandwiches; and colourful fruit pot stickers! I’m pretty sure I ingested all the calories I burned on my run and then some! And the English black tea (of course it was English!) was served in beautiful, dainty tea cups passed down from her grandma.

It was such a lovely girl party, all of us around the table munching down on good eats and chatting and giggling away. We really should do more, if for no other reason than those maple drizzled scones, yum!

Have you ever been to or held a tea party? What was your favourite part?

Asphalt yes, cement no, trails maybe

Timing is everything. On the drive to my brother’s after work I was cursing myself for choosing to run today instead of yesterday. The monsoon last night was nothing compared to the golf ball sized hail smashing down on my window today. And last night I had my jacket with me, but tonight, as my eyes started spinning watching that hail, I realized my jacket was hanging on the banister at home – an hour away. Oh crud.

And it’s not like I could just shirk this run, I had to run, I haven’t run since Saturday, I needed to get at least one mid-week run in before Saturday’s long run. So, come hail, come monsoon, come thunder and lightening, I would be running. Ahh but my timing proved perfection. By the time I drove up to my brother’s house, the sun was shining and the dark clouds were a good distance away. Shorts weather, yes I think so.

TONIGHT’S RUN:

  • 5 p.m. BG before: 11.1
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance: 6.64 km
  • Average pace: 5:58 min/km
  • Time: 39:42 minutes
  • 6 p.m. BG after: 3.9
  • Temp. basal: +30 per cent (1 hour)

It usually takes me about 2 or 3 km to figure out if I’m going to have a good or bad run. Some days I can shake the kinks out and totally rock the run, while others it’s like I’m a granny seizing up halfway to the rocking chair. When I realized I was pushing her good tonight, and feeling totally awesome doing it, I went with it. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep up the pace, or at what point I’d want to collapse, but until that moment came I wasn’t letting up steam, none at all. And you know what, I may have been huffing and puffing pretty good, but at no point did I feel like I was killing myself – and it was a hilly route! Good sign.

However, because I opted to go in the opposite direction from where I usually run from my brother’s house, I was mostly relegated to sidewalks, which I hate running on. Give me asphalt any day, but please keep the cement away. So at about 4 km in, I totally switched things up and hit the trails, which is huge for me because like cement I’m not much of a fan of trails either. But for a short distance, it was a nice break from the sidewalks, both in foot padding and scenery. And it was a trail that I used to walk through all the time as a teenager but haven’t been to in well over a decade, so it had a bit of memory lane attached to it too.

My reward for such a hard rocking run: hanging out with two of my super awesome nephews who with their beautiful smiles and super big hugs can heal any post run aches and pains in a heartbeat!

Will you be watching the Royal Wedding tomorrow morning? I will 😀