5 ugly miles.

I ran my 5 ...ugly.

I didnt want to do it. I wanted to lounge on the comp, play with my Son, and eat some spaghetti. At about 5:30 I had a tentative plan to run the canal, before it got too dark and while it was still semi-cool. Got distracted visiting my parents and making plans for dinner..

At about 6:30 I still had plan to run the canal. Got distracted talking to D. and making a new playlist with my Son "helping" me decided what songs to add.

At 7 pm I laid down.

At 7:15 D asked if I was still going to run..or did he need to do the spaghetti.

7:18 I started the spaghetti and then D shooed my out the door.

I broke out at about 7:30 p.m. I was going to run the canals, but it got a bit too late and too close to the darkness, so I just drove on by and made my way to my usual park.

I got out..forgot to grab my stopwatch, and forgot to look at my car clock. Made my way to the potty and drank some sewer water. Stretched it out as much as I do, and made myself book it at an easy pace. I felt OK the first 3 miles..then mentally I had to crank it up.

My body was feeling strong, but in the lyrics of the Geto Boys, "My mind was playing tricks on me."

Mile 3.5 I had to push myself to go, I had no will to keep it up. Didn't help that it was humid as a mug last nite, and made more so by the fake lake.

Mile 3.8 had me stopping to do my 100 ab crunches on my trail exercise route. I had to make myself push onward.

Mile 4 had me stopping to drink some H20, which I was gulping down. Bad move. I immediately got that retching feeling, dehydration yo. I should've known that 24 oz. propel wasn't going to cut. Saturday nite had me drinking many red bull, diet coke and one O'douls. 24 ounces of water against all that equals dehydration. I should've known fool.

Pushed on to complete an ugly 5 miles.

But I did it, I ran my 5, and for the week I ran my 30 miles with my 2 days of running outside.

I rock, though sometimes ugly.

10 miles in a day.

Yesterday afternoon after a major stressor left town at work, I got released at 3:30 p.m. Yeah....

With my extra time to play, I decided to run for the second time that day. I had to do a pit stop at my local Walgreens to pick up some Propel (Kiwi-Strawberry is the bomb yo), and a fresh pair of hair ties. I forgot to throw them in my bag that morning, sides I always manage to break them, even my special Goody ones that are supposed to be extra strong and made for physical activity. I think my hair is extra strong..or maybe I just got stuck with that crazy O'odham/Apache hair that is fine, but THICK with a crazy wavy that refuses to abide by hair products. Its even crazier with all this humidity from our sister monsoons.

Anywho, made it to the gym and booked another 5 miles.

So in total, I ran 10 miles yesterday!! Yea man..

Last nite, after the run I didn't have time to stretch out as I had to book it to grab Son-boi outta daycare to jet to see shi'Ta before he left home for God's Country, then make it to D'z B-ball game at the Fort.

WHEW....

Last nite, after we made it back home after the game(S), and I proceeded to lie down and go to sleep. I was so tired I forgot to eat. This morning I woke up lethargic and feeling achy in my legs. "SIGH", I kinda love that soreness from running long. It makes me laugh as I move cause it hurts like when someone tickles you a little too long, painfully good.

Tonite, before me and my Man crew hit up Santana, Ill be putting in at least 4 miles. So, it all works well with my plan, I will have run 20 miles as of today. 10 miles from my goal of 30 for the week. Nice.

Peace.

chicken nuggets in my tummy.!!

I just chowed down 10 succulent Chicken McNuggets from Mickey D'z, UMMM-MMM!

I was so hungry at noon, and I had a jonesing for some Mickey D'z anything! I was starving marvin as I had not had a chance to grab a bite, sans my handful of Wheat Thins out the door in our usual rush to daycare and then the jobby job. I was especially a hungry hippo as I had FINALLY gotten my lazy bootie up and run me some miles this morning.

I woke up at 5:36 A.M., rolled outta bed, splashed some water on my ashed out knees, got dressed, and laced up my Asics. I was out the door, noshing on some granola cereal bar and choking down some kiwi-strawberry Propel. I drove out the local park, gunning it, and stretching it out. I peeked at my dash clock, 6:53, calculating the time I had to run and make it back in time for D-man to take off to work at 7. Made a pit-stop at the "potty", and took off at ludicrous speed. First 1/4 mile in, I was already sweating like a mofo. It was freaking HUMID! It didn't really bother me to much as I sweat like a pig anyway, but it was so bad that my hands were turning pruny..ewwwww. Anywho, there were many walkers, an occasional runner, and lots of dog shyt.

I feel bad at time when someone says "hello." to me when I run in the park, the park peepz (as I call em) are a pretty friendly bunch, but sometimes their timing is off, like they'll say hello to me as I just pass em, and I hate to stop and turn around to say hi..so I kinda just ignore them. Im not really that unfriendly, its just that when I run, its ME time, however, I do occasionally say Hello, when I can predict peeps are giving me that "hello" look.

Anywho, my body was feeling pretty effortless, it was my lungs that were giving me probs. I still have that phglem thing in my chest, which I try to cough out every chance I get, but its still hindering my usual breathing pattern. I can feel it coat my nasal and throat passages, which makes me cough in order to get it out, but then the phglem in turn coats my passage and gets stuck. I try to hack it out, but it just makes me lose my breathing pattern, and thus forces me to work harder just to breathe. I hate that phglemy tickle in the back of my throat, that I have to constantly keep clearing my throat and spitting out. Bleh.

I did an easy 3. Stopped, and drank some tu", resumed my pace and made myself fly that last mile, where I stopped at the last exercise station and did my 100 ab crunches. I was actually in my car when I looked at the clock and saw that is was 6:34. I jumped out and ran my last mile at a quicker pace and labored breathing, AGAIN.

Last nite I checked out Posidien at the Dollar Theatre, it rocks! Everyone that I told that I was wanted to see it told me to se the original one that came out in the 70's. Groovy. Anywho, short story, no running on Weds.

Heres the breakdown:

Mon: Lazy Bastard.
Tues: 6 Miles. Finished in 55:25. 9:13 minute miles.
Weds: Posidien Adventure. No Go on the run.
Thurs: 5 miles. Estimated finish of 47 minutes? 9:20 minute miles?

Miles for the week: 11 miles.
Goal for the week: 30 miles.

Peace..

Im a loser babee..so why don't you kill me?

I forgot to type in that I did not run any races this weekend.

I did not wake up in time for the 5k at Kiwanis on Saturday. I gave into my sleep. The info on the Piestewa Games 5k had the adults starting at 930 AM!!

I was not going to pass out from heatstroke so I passed on that as well.

Sigh.

I suck ballz.

phlegm & adrienne curry

The bug got me.

Last week I totaled only 14 miles.

Mon: 50 minutes kickbox class.
Tues: Slacker
Weds: Slacker
Thurs: 6 miles - 54:18 Avg. 9:03 min. miles.
Fri: 4 miles - 35:40 Avg. 8:55 min. miles (It kicked my wheezy ass.)
Sat: 4 miles - 36:20 Avg. 9:05 min. miles (It kicked my wheezy ass again.)
Sun: Slacker - Too out of it to even think of running.

I can feel the phlegm lodged deep in my chest. I cough and it stays stuck. Saturday when I ran, I could actually feel my left nostril become congealed with snot and I had to blow out hard to dislodge it. I ran and coughed, the coughs that are deep and hard from the chest, the ones that leave you breathless and dizzy, but still I ran. Peeps around me were looking at me like something contagious was gonna bite their sweat asses.."its just my allergies" I wanted to shout. But I think it was something more, but I refure to address it. heh.

The infection tried to get me. Its working its way out, but its taking its damn time doing it.

Last nite, I was thinking about taking an easy 6 out on the treadmill. But after a whirlwind weekend of basketball, "the missing jerseys adventure", replacing my tires and shelling out some major bones while waiting at Costco for 3 hours!!, late nite "lady in the water" action, and a kick ass but unexpected 12 am nite at Flickas, I was beat down. I was down to whistling breathes, and MAN was I freaking fatigued! I have never been one to lay down during the day, there is always too much to freaking do..but yesterday, I was feeling so drowsy it was hard to keep my eyes open. After a long day of b-ball, I was just wanting to go home and sleep.

I turned down a nite of wings for a date with VH1 and a snugglefest with my Son. My Son hit the hay in 1/2 hour so I was free to turn off the Teletubbies and watch my some "I Married a Brady" the finale. LOL. I was just randomly switching around when there it was.

First of all, Adrienna Brody is the oldest looking 23 year old I have ever seen! Seriously, I thought she was my age! I like her tough biker chica bravado however, and she wore the toughest boybeater..my beloved "WHITEGIRL". LOL.

I was sucked in.

I love that it showed their fights, their drama, their stupid things that when you do it, you don't realize how stupid you are or how stupid you sound - until a day later. I love that it was real, to me. It kinda reminded me of my life, how sometimes we forget to see things from the one we loves perspective, or how our attitudes and actions affect another's life. One action can have a lifetime of ripples.

It mad me sad to see that most of their fights were fueled by alcohol. Bad memories yo.

I have lost someone that I truly loved and still do, but in a different way, because of alcohol. It made me that ugly person that I hate. It made me push and push to truly see how far I could go, and one nite, I went to far. I lost love. From that nite on, I made the decision to be a better person, to let go of alcohol's hold on me.

It just makes me sad to see how alcohol truly FUCKS up people's lives, and allows one to hurt those who truly love them. Some people can handle, some people can't, I can't.

Anywho, thats for another blog.

The wedding itself was beautiful. Sigh.

Made me wonder what my wedding will be like. Either we will go to Vegas and do the deed, or marry in my church with a blowout reception..lol. Haven't decided yet. Still, thats a ways away.

Anywho, I had such a good time by myself. I haven't lazed like that in such a long time. I usually cant' keep myself still enough to actually watch an entire show let alone 2 hours. Everytime I got the urge to get up and start moving the broom, I stretched out like a cat and hugged my pillow tigher. Aww..vacation time.

I think I will run 6 tonite. The boogers are being kept at bay. Maybe kickbox..i duno. I feel fat so tonite is my time to move.

Peace ..

trip down babee lane..

I found this in someone's blog..an ode to the female psyche after childbirth and the trauma it brings to out body's self-image.


Naked
i stand in front of the mirror, naked. i cringe at what i see. my body is worn and torn, the marks from carrying a child ever present. my breasts, once perfectly shaped and beautiful are now large and saggy, repulsive to look at. my stomach, once flat and smooth, is now covered with stretch marks, fat, no muscle tone. i am ashamed. i will never be beautiful again.

but today i tell myself, although it is hard to look at and it is indeed ugly, it is a reminder that an amazing human being was formed inside of me and those marks and stretched out skin are proof that life grew inside of me. it is a reminder i made love to a man i adore, life was created and my body was home to those beautiful baby for 9 months. my stomach was stretched as he grew, my breasts were enlarged with the milk that would sustain him for the first months of his life. it takes my breath away when i think back to having him inside of me, to the miracle of his birth, seeing him for the first time and it makes it easier to accept the mess my body has become. looking at him, kissing him, i say these marks on my body were a small price to pay for the amazing gift that grew inside of me for 9 months and have filled my life with love and purpose everyday since he was born.
i may be ugly, my body repulsive to look at
but i am a mother
and i am blessed.

PS. I do not think I am ugly or repulsive..I think I am FREAKING BEAUTIFUL ..heh. I posted this as an ode to what a Mother's body goes through in the thorughs of pregnancy, birth, and getting back to shape afterward. It is an uphill battle people, but so worth it.

20 running thangs..

1)I have peed on myself while running. Many times. Hey, you try and have a babee and run....if you do or when you do, you will understand.

2) I have throw up after busting ass at a race, I ran so hard that at the end I tossed my frybread. Weird thing was, I wasn't embarrassed. heh.

3) I have fallen so hard I saw stars. literally. I was running all superior last year, 2 days before a 1/2 marathon, and I biffed in on asphalt. Torn up my knee, opened up my other knee, scraped the hell outta my hand, and knocked the breath outta my lungs. BUT, I still finished my 1/2 marathon in 2:07 minutes yo!! I rock.

4) I had to toss my chauniez to the side. I ran, I didn't get to the bathroom when I needed to, I had to toss. But dammit, I finished my 7 miles. LOL.

5) I cried after I finished my marathon. Happy, salty tears.

6) I have run a 5k race 3 mos after I had my Son. I had just started running like 2 weeks before? I finished in 29 minutes something seconds. I was so mad at myself cause I was all, " I SUCK NOW!", forgetting that I hadn't run, literally in 9 mos. My time then, is some peepz best times now.

7) I ran my first 1/2 marathon 8 mos after the birth of my Son. With 5 mos. of training. I ran that sucka in 2:10:18. So if I can do that peeps, so can you.

8) I spit so much when I run, I get it on myself. I even wipe my loogies on my shirt and don't give a shyt. What?

9) When I run a big race, something that means a lot to me, I wear a red bandana. I wear my bandana as an ode to my father, who has run several marathons, half-marathons, 10k's, etc. He is who I aspire to be. He is who I owe my running genes too. He is my hero.

10) I ran cross-country and track in H.S. I did alright, but I was a lazy ass. What could I have been if I had my discipline then, like I have now. I hate what ifs..!

11) I run because I need to. Running makes me sane. It is where I pound away all my frustrations, all my anger, all my angst, all my tears, all my pain, all my hurt, all my blackness. If I did not run, I do not know who I would be. Its a scary thought.

12) The longest I have ever run is 26.2. (in 4 hours 10 minutes 21 seconds)

13) I have been out (of running) since I have seriously started running again 3 major times. The first time was my pregnancy and birth of my Son, second time was when I had pneumonia last May, and the third time was when I broke my toe in February, right after my marathon.

14) I started seriously running again since January 2002. The day I became sober.

15) I will be running the Boys & Girls Club 1/2 Marathon in November 2006, the Las Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December, and the PF Changs Marathon in January. Pray for me.

16) My running goals for this year are to run a 1/2 marathon in under 2:05. To run my marathon in 4:30, taking 10 minutes off my time from last year.

17) I always wear two sports bras when running. I hate to bounce.

18) When I run, I am super competitive. Even when running on a treadmill, I try to outlast or outrun the person next to me. heh.

19) I love running because it is a solo sport. I don't depend on anybody but myself to kick ass, and that's the way I like it.

20) I dream of doing the Ironman Triathalon. At 35.

Phlegm induced rant

I didnt run last nite.

I am stuffed full of phlegm.

Pretty huh?

This morning, Son-Boi projectile vomited on me 3 times. My left front tire looks like someone slashed it in some psycho-ex craziness, hence no ride.

The one great thing about today is that I am home. I am sitting here at the computer relaxing and blowing my nose. I wish I could taste. I did the Pima cure and tried to eat some chili, its kinda working.

I got to do some laundry, clean up, organize clothing (Son's & mine), and wash the dishes, oh yea, and see Judge Judy. Oh how I have missed her.

Today I think I will run. Or maybe not. I still have that stuffed wooziness. I hate when my allergies act a fool, all of a sudden it turns into an infection. Its crazy, last year about this time I had pneumonia..coincidence? I believe its that time of year where all the bad things I am allergic to come out and try and get me. Leave me alone suckaz!!! I hate feeling under the weather, I refuse to use the word "sick". SIck is for suckas. I refuse to be one of those whiney, weak, useless peepz..wait a minute..what was this blog about? Oh yeah, me complaining..lol.

On the training side:

Monday: 50 minutes of kickboxing class. (I was late so I missed 10 minutes boo-hoo)
Tuesday: Lungs & throat enveloped in phlegm. No go. (on a side note, did go to a basketball game - in misery)
Wednesday: Possible run?

I want to run my phlegm out, but its so freaking hot outside I can't do it out there. If I run inside, there is no where to spit. I think I will bring a cup with me and peeps around me are just going to have to deal.

I just found out that the Piestewa games this upcoming weekend include a 5K cross-country run! So, do I run there or do my scheduled ARR 5K #4 Summer Series Run at Kiwanis Park? Hmm..

Lets chew on that ..and you runners out there that read this..(YES YOU!) are you going to run this weekend, and if so, where?

more to come, while my Son is asleep.

PS. I miss tasting food.

1 hour 10 seconds.

Yesterday I hit my secret goal of 30 miles this week.

I ran 7 miles yesterday in 1 hour 10 seconds. I rock.

I averaged 8:35 minute miles.

I actually felt pretty damn good running it out, not dog ass tired like I thought.

This is a short & Sweet blog.

Im just proud of myself so I wanted to blog about it.

More to come later.

In the words of Victorio," Peace out yo".

observations yo

This A.M. I woke up thinking I had something to do and that I was about to eat my pillow.

I ate some day-old chinese takeout and swished down some apple juice while contemplating running. At 5:30 I found myself lacing up my shoes and grabbing my ipod. The men in my life were all still sleeping, so I left a note and snuck out the door.

Found myself at the park @ 6am. It was already hot.

I had thought about running the canal, but it being so early, I wasn't sure if there wouldn't be peeps still partying alongside, so I nixed the idea for safety reasons. Sides, I get kinda nervous when I run solo as there are a lot of farm workers and they are all male, jutkom, and look at you with eyes that make you uneasy if you get my drift.

Anywho, at the park I stretched for like a minute and I was off. I am so bad at stretching. I know that I should be stretching for at least a couple of minutes, especially at my advanced age (heh), but I just cant seem to make myself take the time. When I run, I just wanna GO!

By this time, the sun was out and beginning its bake of the land. I took off at an easy roll and remembered to start my stopwatch. My stopwatch is a weapon that I bought the night before last year's marathon. I love it, even though its a Men's watch and dangles on my wrist like a bracelet, I just push it up halfway up my arm and go.

I coasted the park's circle at an easy pace.

Pushed it in the last 1/2 mile, enough to snort and fill the sweat hit my back to the beat of my feet.

I ran that sucka in 25:11. I ran approximately 8:23 minute miles.

I believe that I ran the first half slower than my second. I feel this because I know that I didn't push it much the first half, I was just trying to warm up. The second half I felt myself running faster and with a lot of push that last 1/2 mile. I need to find a way to push it all out throughout the entire run, and not just the second half. I guess treadmill running is my cross, it makes me run consistently the entire run until I gun it up the last mile to 1/2 mile of my run. When I run free, meaning when I run outside, I run much faster but with an inconsistent pace.

I will be running at least 2 days outside in the morning for my marathon training, until the weather starts to cool down in late Sept. Then I will up my running outside and mileage. Right now I am still doing my long runs, with my longest consisting of 8 miles. I have been having a long run of 7 miles for the past couple of weeks, with last week being my first 8 mile run.

I have usually been running during the week:
-2 6-mile days.
-1 long run of at least 7 miles.
-2 days of either a 4 miler or a 5 miler.

I have been averaging 22 miles a week.

This week I am up to 23 mile as of today, Saturday. Tomorrow will be my long run, aiming at 8 miles.

I lied the last time, my secret goal for this week was 30 miles. heh.

Here are the tunes that got my legs a pumping for this week:


++No Ordinary Love - Deftones

++Walking With a Ghost - the White Stripes

++Faster Kill Pussycat - Oakenfield F. Brittany Murphy

++How Bizare - OMC

++Dopeman - N.W.A.

++Ms. Jones - Lakota Jones

++Bossy - Kelis

++99 Problems - Jay-Z

++Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

++Boyz-N-The-Hood - Dynamite Hack

++Rebirth Of Slick - Digable Planets

++Me & U - Cassie

++Legs - ZZ Top

++Touch It (remix -Ladee'z version) - Busta Bust

++And Then We Kiss - Britney Spears

++So Watcha Want - Beastie Boys

++Hells Bells - AC/DC

++I Should Have Cheated - Keyshia Cole

++Mouth of Poison - Kittie

++Kiss Me Deadly - Lita Ford

++Renee - Lost Boys

++And She Said - Lucas Prata

++Ride or Dye Bytch - the Lox

++Ain't No Future in Your Frontin - Mc Breed

++Sorry (Oakenfield Mix) - Madonna

++This One's For the Girls - Martina McBride

++Girlfriend - Matthew Sweet

++You've Really Got a Hold On Me - the Miracles

++Ms. Fat Booty - Mos Def

++Buffalo Stance - Neneh Cherry

++Physical - Olivia Newton-John

++Money Doesn't Matter Tonite - PRINCE

..thats enough.

Peaceness..

bed bug

Thursday Nite I hit up the SRPMIC (Salt River Pima-Maricopa Indian Community) rec center and ran me some 5 miles.

Wednesday nite I hit up LA Fitness and ran 6 miles.

As of today, Friday July 14th, I have run 15 miles.

I plan to run another 5 miles today and possibly another 5 miles during the weekend, or making Sunday my long run and taking Saturday as a rest day. It depends on how my weekend folds out..but its looking pretty full.

I have been trying unsuccessfully to get up early and run. Lately, this week has me being a lazy ass and tucking in and rolling over. I crave sleep. I still have my waking up at 3 am habit saved over from when Victorio still needed to be fed once a nite. I can't seem to sleep through it. I just need one nite of uninterupted sleep, blissful sleep. And no, I cannot sleep during the day unless I am totally wiped out zombie tired, sides, when do I have time during the day to sleep?

Its not like I havent woken up early before to run. It's just that lately, I have been a sucka. I miss running on the canals behind my house, that soft squishy dirt, and carrying the rocks in my hand to shoo away those insane rez dogs. The only time now to run my canals is in the A.M., in the evening it is too freaking hot! I remember back in the day I used to go out @ 6pm in the evening to beat the sun. I'd be poring out buckets and practically dying, but man I must have been hella alot tougher cause I did it. LOL, I remember running through a monsoon wind and rain, I was running it sideways cause it was pushing my back so hard and I couldn't see. I used to be so tough.

Oh well..

weed (s)

I didnt spank that ass last nite.

I did pull some major hard ass weeds though. The little tiny fire ants bit up my toes oh so good..lol. I also got splattered in mud and had my glasses fog up and get convered in sweat. Nice.

We have a leak in our front yard that has caused weeds to sprout up green, hard and monsterous.

Yesterday, after wrestling with Victorio after I picked up him from daycare, we jetted to LA Fitness so I could get my run on. Unfortunately, Victorio wasn't down with the whole idea and didnt want to leave my side. Usually, Lil Man loves the childcare area at LA, but I attribute his devotion to spending time with Momma to our seperation during D's & I Vegas debacle. So, I let him call the shots this time, and took him home to Uncle T-Bird and Daddy. By the time I got home, I was so burned out from wrestling with LIl Man, work, and recovery from Vegas, that I toyed with the idea of running later at the park. Later turned to 7:00 when D-man decided to pick up some pizza down the road. I got my tired ass up and proceeded to take Lil Man outside with his plastic hoe (quit), and my real hoe (again, quit) and got to taking out major aggravation on some ugly ass weeds. I chopped those suckaz down! I loved whacking away at the weeds and seeing mud and weeds fly. Peeps ask me why I dont just mow that shiz down..but Im kinda a sucker for hard work. Sides, its a good workout and kik bootie aggresion soother.

Lil Man worked dilligently by my side, until the ants made thier appearance on my toes and then shooed him to an area where he could do some damage to some rocks. I peeled those weeds back and made them call me Momma..lol.

Anywho..I guess I worked it out for like 1/2 hour?? Im so sore in my back...

I plan to run 6 miles tonite.

Its 2am and I had a jonesing for some tacos.

Just a quick update to the running program since my last entry. Yes, I am still running. heh.

I did complete my goal of hitting 27 miles for the last week of June. Hitting the last 7 miles on Sunday. I averaged about 8:50 minute miles that week.

Last week I ran only 14 miles.
8 miles on Tuesday averaging 8:50's. Great run. I felt like I was floating on air.
6 miles on Wednesday. Little tight, but ran 8:56 a mile. I would write down my times but I forgot. heh.
Thursday I was going to run in the A.M. before we headed out to Vegas, but it just wasn't in the cards.
The plan was to hit up the gym at the hotel in Vegas to finish with at least 20 miles for the week. Alas, Vegas put its spell on me and had me hitting 22 hour days and 10 mile walking periods during the day. In flats. lol.

Today I ran a hard 4 miles. Hard for me that is. I finished in 36:22. 9:05 minute miles. I felt like I was breathing through sludge. I could feel all that second-hand Vegas smoke I inhaled all weekend try to make its way out through green plegm and much snot. Unfortunately, I had to run inside so there was no other way to let it out..so I had to swallow. Gross.

My goal this week is to put in at least 25 miles.

I am now averaging a long run of at least 7 miles.

I am seriously thinking of hitting up a 1/2 marathon sometime in Sept. My original plan for doing the Disneyland 1/2 Marathon in Sept. was cancelled due to my ineptedtude to register before the dang thing filled up. IF anyone has any ideas please feel free to hit me up. Preferably, somewhere that makes my nose bleed..heh.

Peace and G'nite..

I spanked that ass!!!

5k up and down your ass.

I got up periodically throughout the night, which I always seem to do the night before a race. Yesterday I ran an easy 2 miles at 9:22 minute miles. I actually had to make myself not gun it harder, it wasnt easy. I knew that I shouldn't have been running at all yesterday, if I wanted all systems go for this morning. Yesterday had badness whispering in my ear, so I ran to get that angry monkey off my back. It worked too well....so well I almost ran 4 miles.

Anywho, this A.M. had me greeting the pinkish sky @ 5:10. I got up, put my eyes in, got out my melon propel and started chugging. Stumbled around and remembered to put my clothes on that I kept tripping over. Grabbed a banana and 1/2 a cereal bar and sat down and ate. D got up and started getting Son-boi ready and we were out the door by 5:45 p.m. Got there @ 6:15. Took off to register and use the potty as soon as we got there, had to double back for my beloved mini. Quick decision whether to register first or hit the potty, potty won. In and out, hit up the registration and pinned the number on and laced up my chip. Got to the start/finish line with minutes to spare. Saw this tall elegant looking dark skinned man who stood out among this maze of cafe-au-lait, went up to him and asked about the 5k's terrain. Had a good convo as he went over the hillage and what to watch out for. I love being amongst peeps who understand the need for punishment and love for burning lactic acid. We joked, we laughed, we compared Sons. Before I knew it, D and Son snuck up to my side and snuck in some loving..SMACK SMACK. I was ready to go yo.

Suddenly, I heard a noise and we were out the gate, well the peeps in front were. I was out the gate about 30 seconds later. Beginning of the run was a gentle incline to the the road leading to the top of South Mountain. Nice gentle rolling hills, with a gentle incline till the turnoff to the incline from hell. Well, it seemed like that to me. Here is where this young child decided to stop dead in her tracks in front of me, I about biffed it on the nice black burning ass hot pavement. I did some kind of Matirx roll and got my bearings back enough to steady myself and give her a glare. I swear, I hate when peeps do that in a race, if you have to stop, go to the side of the road and get your walk on. Bite the bullet and pushed past the burning and got a grip on my breathing. I was seriously sloshing up some phlegm. By this time, the sweat was a pouring and I could defintely feel my black on black outfit in the 90 degree plus heat. Nice fashion choice I thought to myself..lol. This incline was a teaser,..started out nice and gentle but never stopped climbing..crested a bit but then made you gun it even harder as you came to the 1/2 way mark nicely positioned by a water station. I hate water stations ...most of the time. This time was no exception. When running a relatively short run I choose not to stop for water simply because I choose not to stop. If and when I do, I grab it and pour most of it on my head and inhale the rest through my nose. Water stops and I do not get along too well. Another reason I have for not liking water stops to well is that almost EVERYONE stops and blocks the path so you go ducking and dodging among the stopped peeps to get your pace back on. Did that, and pushed it to the top of the final ascent. Upon descending...I felt my legs take off on their own. It was like they had a wil of their own. Seriously. I let em ride and just enjoyed the faint breeze that blew at my face and got my sweat to do their cooling job. The last 1 1/2 miles were nice and loose. I had been kinda holding back in the beginning as I was not to sure of the terrain and if I would be able to keep up a faster pace running inclines. I had a lot to burn this last run..so I let the run take me and found peeps to run with...who to my surprise, I was able to pass and find the next pacer and continue on. Had my sights on the finish line and pushed it in and glided to the end.

I did not see anyone running in, I was focused on my LHS & the lady who beat me by one second..lol. My official chip finishing time was 26:44. I surprised myself.. I thought running this 5k I would be much slower as I have not been incorporating any hill work into my runs. I was pleasantly surprised by my time. I estimate that I was running about 8:40 when incorporating the .1 mile at the end, estimating that the .1 accounted for my .44 seconds added to the 3 miles. If I am wrong, please correct my ass. I am so bad at math thingamajigs..

July 22nd yo..I will smack that 5k ass again.

P.S.

As of today, July 1st, I have run 20 miles this week. I will be running long tomorrow so we will see how far I go. Peace out.