Birthday Facts, 2015

I started this thing years ago. Every birthday that I celebrate being alive and strong and well, I would do a fact sheet. One fact for every year I had been alive. Usually I limit these things to Twitter since the twitterverse is more open and welcoming to these sort of things, but this year I’m making a post out of it as well.

You can skip this post, as it won’t have much about running involved. Or fitness in general. Or even diet. I do talk about running and what I eat and why I eat it though. And there are tons of other useless bits of information that you might find fantastic and fun.

If you follow me on Twitter, these things are nothing new. I just gathered them and put them in order right here on the blog. But if you are not following me on Twitter (and why aren’t you?? Go find me @IdiotRunnerGirl) then enjoy the list here.  If you have questions for me, throw them in the comments and I will answer them!

And without further adieu…. Your Birthday Facts:

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One Week Later – The Injured Runner

It’s been one week since I went to the emergency care center, had x-rays and was told to stay off my foot. In that week, I’ve had friends lecture me on not using my crutches, built up new strength in my arms and shoulders, pitched a fit about hating the crutches, and had a plethora of doors opened for me, food brought to me, and ice packs brought to me.

I’ve also had people lecture me on how I need to quit running, or at least the long distance races I keep signing up for because apparently I’m “always hurting myself” and while I know they are doing it because they hate to see me in pain, it’s having the counter effect they want it to. It’s not going to make me stop running.

It is, however, going to make me smarter about my running.

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Gate River Run 2015 Recap

It wasn’t my best run. I know that I have run better, and I know that I could have been more prepared. But the point of getting out there and running the race, regardless of what was going on in my world, was to show that I had control over something…even if it was a race that I didn’t feel prepared for. 

 I didn’t have a costume, my Runmeter died after the first mile, it was hot as balls out, and I was not prepared. I was slow and hurting, I was breathing hard and drinking lots of water, I was bound and determined to make it over that bridge. I was miserable and wonderful all at the same time. It was one of the best and one of the worst runs of my life.

 And that, my friends, is what running is all about.


Race Day started off easily enough. Marisa and I rode in one car down to the race, and Heather rode in a different one since she was planning on leaving early. We got parked, we had an impromptu dance party, we got ready to run, we wandered around. I got some photos for work and then we all met at the Jaguar for the group photo with the Channel 4 gang. 10389677_10152784341150975_7131694112797114235_nThen we headed out to get ready. Final potty break, grabbed our gear from the car, and walked to where the corrals were. I was having some issues dealing with some negative people and negative vibes, so I was eager to put some space between me and them. I had my own race to gear up for and wasn’t about to let their self loathing stir up some drama for me.

I was in the third wave, and our gun went off at 8:12. I started toward the back so I could take it easy and enjoy the run. It was fun to run with a lot of people who wore the brightly colored shirts and seemed to be genuinely having a good time. One guy ran by me with a GoPro on his cap, and when he slowed to look at me directly I smiled and waved at him. 

We did our running and my Runmeter told me I was starting out way too fast. Not a smart thing to do when it was so humid, but I felt good so I kept it up.

When we got to the Main Street Bridge, my foot started to hurt. I slowed to walk up the bridge because anyone who has had PF (plantar fasciitis) will tell you that going up hill is bad. My left foot felt swollen and my calf hurt so at the next chance I got I slipped the compression sleeve OFF my left leg and wore it as an anklet, and some of the pressure lifted. Then I went about my race.

Everything was going well until just after mile 6. I had noticed that I was feeling really warm and I don’t do well in the heat so I slowed my pace. 

I hit every water stop and splashed water on my head and on my face to cool me down. But just then, suddenly I felt really sick to my stomach. Just past mile 6.5 I had to pull off to the side and throw up. A couple of kids were handing out ice cubes so I snagged a bunch of them and put them down my sports bra to cool my body down, and I swished my mouth out with water from a bottle someone at an area house brought me.

“I’m so sorry,” I moaned as I tried to get control of myself. The lady smiled and shook her head. 

 “I have sons, dear. I completely understand,” she said. She handed me another handful of ice cubes and I went on my way. 

 I took it easy the rest of the race. I felt my heart racing, I felt my breathing become erratic, and I felt hot. I felt so hot. When we got to the Hart Bridge, I walked up it. I wanted to run, but I just didn’t have it in me.

 I crossed the finish line, tried not to pass out, got my water and my medal after chatting with a pink haired diva at the medical tent, and found Marisa.

Who proceeded to cover me with ice and ice cold water. Within moments, I felt better. Dude. it was so hot.

We hung out for a little bit after the race and then headed home to shower and relax. We were both not really feeling things and I was still having issues with walking. Which sucked. And I was still nauseous. Which sucked more. 

But I finished, which is exactly what I wanted to do. I almost cried three times while running because I felt such a great stress release. I smiled and laughed and finished feeling exhausted and hot and completely spent. It was awful and glorious and only a runner will get it. 



On Monday, I went to the doctor to find out what was wrong with my foot, and I learned that I have a monster heel spur. And tendinitis. And I have to use crutches. For three weeks. No me gusta. 



So it’s upper body training thanks to crutches and a new training regime when I can work out again. For now, let’s get our eating under control. 

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Life, and trying to live it.

Sometimes life gives you lemons and the knowledge of how to make lemonade. Or better yet, lemon drops. Then you take some of the fruit and the zest and make preserves. Either way, you use the lemons and make something useful out of them.

But when life hands you a lemon, a screwdriver, a porcupine, a hubcap and fire all at once…well, that’s a little different. Suddenly you have your hands full of stuff that doesn’t make any sense together and just when you got an idea on how to use said items, life throws in a meteor, 5 candlesticks, a pen and a handful of peanuts to the mix and you don’t know what to do anymore because what the hell, life? Kick me while I’m down why don’t ya.

That’s kind of what happened. Everything hit me all at once, and suddenly I was in a downward spiral of stress,  mad chaos, depression, and confusion. It was two weeks of hell, and I won’t lie: there was a snot bubble meltdown and some wine therapy in my processing of everything.

But I’m scrappy, and won’t let this keep me down!

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Solo Running vs Group Running

When I first started running, it was by myself. Dreamboat came along a little bit afterward, wanting to join me and I was excited for the chance to do something that we both love together. A bit later I got my friend Kat to join me and we ran together for a lot of training runs when Brian and I weren’t able to go. Kat got really addicted to running and even has a marathon under her belt. She did a lot of races I didn’t, and vice versa. We were practically inseparable, the three of us.

But then Brian had a job change that let him to travel every day, and the time for even a quick three mile run was non existent. He was so tired at the end of his 14 hour day, I couldn’t blame him for needing to just come home and sit on the couch and stare blankly at the television. So I would usually get up with him and meet Kat in the mornings before she had to take the kids to school. We’d usually run 3-4 miles, doing speed work and bridge work, and I’d be heading to my home to shower and get ready by 6:30am. Two and a half hours before I had to go to work.

Now, Kat isn’t as free as she used to be since she is working again. She’s a teacher and a wife and a mother of 2. I understand her commitments and we tried to make it work timing wise but it just didn’t. Now, she’s really hard to get in touch with and that has more to do with life obligations than anything else.

So I run alone now. And I’ve learned a lot about running solo.

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Gate River Run Training Week who knows, I’m ALIVE!

Well, kind of alive. Mostly alive. I’m breathing easier now anyway.

The ick that plagued Dreamboat for three days hit me for almost 9, and then to top it off, I got a violent stomach bug that has me feeling sick. I’m still battling the congestion too. It’s gross: but I feel like the stuff coming out of my nose – while clear/white – is thick and sticky. Part allergies, part ick. Good times.

I spent a good part of last week sleeping, coughing, blowing my nose and drinking lots of Tazo’s green ginger tea. Which, by the way, is AMAZING. I was in bed between 8:30 and 9pm almost every night, and was hopped up on so much Sudefed it was ridiculous.

I missed almost the entire week of training. I was able to get out there and do some speed work on Wednesday, but cut it short when my breathing turned into wheezing that I knew was not related to running up the train bridge as fast as I could. Then yesterday, on a whim, I went out and ran the 8 miles that were on the plan. I started out pretty good, and was keeping a pretty solid 12-minute pace overall for most of the first 4-5 miles, but then lack of sleep and dehydration and obvious signs of being

Then yesterday, on a whim, I went out and ran the 8 miles that were on the plan. I started out pretty good, and was keeping a pretty solid 12-minute pace overall for most of the first 4-5 miles, but then lack of sleep and dehydration and obvious signs of being sick for a week had kicked in and I slowed significantly. But, there were a lot of factors leading to the drop off for me (and if you follow me on Instagram/Facebook you have heard me complain about them) yet overall I felt good despite being tired. So I knew that if I was feeling 100% I could have done better. That’s promising, given how much I am beating myself up for missing a week.

Now, I’m nursing some really bad heel pain with ice packs and the awesome PF boot on my left foot, and have a date with my foam roller for the IT bands. I also see some serious stretching in my future, but overall I feel good. Not really overly sore, but then again, I didn’t do any bridges either. I keep forgetting how important stretching is to runners….

This week, I’m jumping back into training. This weekend will be tough as I have producer training after my scheduled shift on Saturday (which is a rest day anyway) and we have tickets to the Daytona 500 (YAY NASCAR!) on Sunday, so getting in my long run on Sunday might be tough. But I’m also going to be walking the entire day so I could just count that.

SUBTITLE (4)So that’s the plan for this week. I promise now that I am healthier and stable I will get back to your regularly scheduled blogging. :) Thanks for rolling with me and for being such great friends. :)

Running and Safety – My Scary Experience

It started out harmless enough. I couldn’t run in the morning, so I was going to run after work. Dreamboat, who originally said he was going to be working late, was at home as I ran in, changed clothes and took off. As I was walking to the front of my complex, I noticed a dark car driving around the complex. I didn’t think anything of it the first time I saw it. But then it drove by again. Then a third time.

Curious, I leaned over to try and get a better look at the car from the safety of the sidewalk once I got done crossing the street and said creepy dark car slowed down to look back at me, then sped off with a growl of his overworked engine. oooookay…..

I continued my walk to the front of the complex, and was messing with my phone to turn on my Runmeter while it was attached to my arm only to see the guy drive by behind me once again. He took off down the opposite side of the complex, and I saw him fly by me once I started to run along the sidewalk of the street my condo complex was on.

Odd. And creepy.

I didn’t see him again as I ran two miles out and then 1.75 miles back, but during that last quarter mile of my 4 mile run, I saw the car pull out of my condo complex and take off down the road. He blew by me again, only this time I was facing the car. It rumbled loudly; he was obviously speeding faster than the posted 40 miles per hour limit. Once I finished my 4 miles, I pulled my phone out of my arm band and kept it in my hand, texting my husband as I walked back to my home all the while keeping an eye out for the possible sighting of creepy car dude once again.

He never showed.

I went in and told Dreamboat about it, and he wasn’t as concerned as I was. He kept telling me to make sure I am aware of my surroundings, and be aware of what and who was around me. Which was obvious in my opinion. I’m not a weakling: I had taken numerous RunSafer classes, I’m always aware of what’s happening around me because my routes are on busy traffic roads, and I always run with my phone.

And I have alternative routes: I can run at my parents house which is a neighborhood I know well, I can run downtown and shower at a friends house before coming to work, or I can wallow and run on the treadmill. I could also just ACTUALLY go run in the morning. Sure it’s dark in the morning, but it takes a special kind of fool to wake up at 5:30am to go running, and since there are kids waiting for school buses at all of the apartment complexes that I pass on my route, there are always parents around. It’s a safer bet.

But this whole situation has me thinking about the things I do when I go run: I always wear my RoadID now that I have one. I always run with my phone as my gps tracker/music player so I can call for help if necessary. I always text Dreamboat when I run: How far I’m going, my estimated time frame, and when I finish. I have my Runmeter post on Facebook and Twitter that I am running at that moment and I have a consistent group of friends who comment on the posts so I know they know where I am as well.

Still – Thanks to this guy in his creepy dark 2 door car with blue headlights that was scoping out my condo complex? I’m not comfortable running around my area, even with all of those safety precautions, so I’m already working on making changes to my regular routine in order to protect myself.

And you should too. What kind of safety precautions do you use to make sure you are safe when you are out running?