“You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot.”—Hilary Clinton says like an absolute legend. It’s a bit too normal how appearances are criticized and the degree to which such criticisms are perceived as valid. (via tourettes)
Another run under 35 minutes and we are officially one more run and a month ahead of our goal. That sentence doesn’t make sense, let me clarify. Goal: 3 consecutive runs under 35 minutes before the end of the year. Today: run #2 under 35, finishing at 34:45.
Too many tourists and slow walkers clogging up the waterfront, we had to play dodgem with all the clueless people who weren’t cottoning on to the waves of runners flowing around them.
Two cranberry juices were consumed post-race, and then I won a spot prize of cookies and alcohol. Every runner’s secret shame dream.
I keep dropping increments of 1:15 off my 5k time. Wtf?? Tonight’s effort came in at 33:55. I’ve never run anywhere near under 34 minutes. It was about as unimaginable to me as never being able to eat chocolate again. Yet somehow I decide running is fun tonight and absolutely cane it, even to the point of fending off a particularly energetic walker’s attempts to overtake me. In plain English: I actually increased my speed at the end of the run in order to beat someone, and succeeded. And hey, he was a damn fast walker, one of those elbow-pumping ass twitchers. You know the ones I’m talking about.
Anyway, so this miraculous event has us wondering if it’s a unicorn destined to only ever happen once, or whether it’s a repeatable feat.
Things that may have helped: I ate lunch at a normal time (noon) rather than my usual (between 1 and 2:30, depending on work); doing a triathlon two days before; our unintentional all-burger diet leading up to the tri; jonno running in front of me rather than beside me and completely ignoring me so that I kind of felt like I was pushing myself to stay with him rather than him pushing me to a faster pace; the psychological mind-fuck that is a Wellington head wind that never turns into a tail wind on the return trip.
Chiro said I need to strengthen my core to help my shoulder and lower back issues, so I’ve started with the yoga/Pilates again. What do you know, the man was right. My ab muscles however do not appreciate it.
Today was also my first ‘2’ day on the 5/2 plan. I kicked off in style by bringing banana chocolate chip muffins to work and not eating any. Then there was a morning tea with two kinds of slice and a cake, and it was all I could do to walk away. I had to leave the area of temptation - I’m not up to socialising in the vicinity of tantalising deliciousness yet. :)
The results are in - I’ve just done my first repeat event one year and some after starting Wellington on the Run, and even with a bung calf muscle I still pb’d my triathlon time by 5 minutes. 400m ocean swim and 12km bike, not a problem, I was actually passing people! But then the run happened, on uneven hillocky terrain, running on an already-stressed muscle, there was a lot of walking on the 2km out. Once I turned around the halfway cone and got over the thoughts of “dear god just let this effing end”, I managed to shuffle-run most of the way home. Not my best effort, but I think the fact that I was sitting in an ambulance ten minutes after I finished getting strapped up will excuse it. Next year, ten minutes are coming off my time!
Ahem ahem. I just ran a Personal Best Of All Time 5k. 35:23, bitches! Only one 30 second walk break in the middle, something I’ve never managed. That’s 1:37 better than last week, and 3:10 down on last season’s best. Fuck yeah!
Second swim of the year, this time with tunes. Damn it makes such a difference in my motivation to keep up a good pace! Something with a good bass line works well, coz that way you can still hear the beat even if the buds start falling out of your ear.
2.1 km in 48 mins
We may have taken 2+ weeks to recover/be lazy after riding Taupo. Then we realised we needed to get fit again, because *gasp* cycling alone won’t keep us in the condition to which we’d grown accustomed. So last night we laced up the running shoes and realised just how lax we’d gotten. And? This morning it actually felt good to wake up sore, to wake up feeling like I’d accomplished something, to wake up knowing that I am doing something good for my body. Weird, but good.
Now we’re off to plan our summer of triathlons/duathlons, ocean swims, cycle races, and the occasional 7km run.
This weekend has gone to poo, but it may have been just what I needed. I’ve slept more than I’ve been awake, had a headache for 48 hours straight, and eating cereal seems to set my stomach into a tailspin and then my whole body goes with it.
No miles ridden, run or even walked in the lovely spring weather. I’ve been avoiding the light.
Next weekend is an 80km race, followed by a 6am flight the next morning to Sydney for a conference. Never would have thought this would be what my life looked like.