“Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.”—
My current running shoes (Asics Gel Kayano 17s) are inching up toward the 300-mile mark. I also occasionally rotate in my previous 17s (inching up toward 500 miles) for short runs, because they don’t feel thrashed yet, although I wouldn’t wear them for more than a 4-miler. They don’t make this model any more (pour one out) and I’ve stockpiled 1 pair of those, and 1 pair of the GT-2160s (same year, slightly less padding).
If I have 2 brand-new pairs of shoes with which to start marathon training, plus my current kicks, am I covered? There are still a few pairs of 17s out there at discount, but the stock is getting few and far between. I could switch up to the 18s but would rather do that sooner, rather than late in marathon training. Should I buy more shoes?
Under the Higdon-94Monkeys 19 Week Training Plan of Awesomeness. Sadly, I’ll probably be running on the treadmill later today because I had some back spasms when I got up this morning. It’s not a sign… it’s not a sign.
This morning I volunteered at the Run With Champions 5K at Metlife Stadium where the Giants play. I offer the following notes:
Even when you mean it sincerely, “Nice job” feels sarcastic to the people at the back of the pack in a race. So I started telling jokes instead.
I will be muchmore careful with where I toss my cup now that I have had the experience of picking used paper cups off the searing hot roadway. I regretted my littering a lot in the time it took me to pick up, oh, 100 cups (so 2.5% of all the litter produced at that ONE water stop). Humility!
During volunteer orientation I heard the following puzzling guideline: “There are gonna be people out there who shouldn’t be running… you know, maybe 30, 40 pounds overweight… just let them.” Yeah, you know the real reason you should let them run? Because it is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Oh, it made me so mad.
It’s too bad my cell phone is dead, otherwise I would have posted a million photos, including one of the statue in front of the stadium of “Peanuts”’ Lucy holding a football. In this analogy, are the opposing teams Charlie Brown? Because that is GENIUS.
So yeah, I did a little sight-seeing between the end of my course marshal shift and the free bus back to Manhattan. I report that the field at Metlife, when you’re standing on it, is much smaller than it looks on TV. Almost comically so. Watching games, it feels like it can take a team forever to gain yardage, but a little kid can run down the field no problem. We also processed through the Giants’ locker room, which was impossibly clean and devoid of any gear that we could have snooped through but was full of signs for theFootballGiants, in case anyone visiting thought s/he accidentally wandered to San Francisco.
I recently replaced my RoadID because I lost my first one, and then put off replacing it for a few months because I figured it would just turn up someday. I plan to wear it in many, many adventures this summer, but hopefully never have to use it in case of emergency.
You can get $1 off yours online with my code: ThanksEllen15434455 (I used someone else’s code to get a discount off mine, so trying to pay it forward.) Stay safe so we can hang out.
• Acclimate. It takes 10 days to two weeks for the body to acclimate to keeping cool at higher temperatures. Give your body time to adjust.
• Consume salt. Eat salted foods like a salt bagel, salted pretzels, or salted nuts. If you’re planning to race, eat salted foods all week prior to the event. On race day, consume one fast-food salt packet at the start line. Have another salt packet halfway through the race.
This morning I went to an Athleta yoga event timed with the solstice called “Mind Over Madness.” I think I’d tried to go last year, but had an early-morning meeting and couldn’t make it, but was lucky enough to sign up for a free ticket and go to the first of 4 classes being held today in Times Square.
And by in Times Square, I mean, really in Times Square. We were on a closed-off stretch of Broadway and over my right shoulder a medley of music from “Evita” blared from the front of the theatre where that musical is playing. (I like and I’m familiar with “Evita,” so this was only a little hilarious.) I’ve lived in New York for over 5 years, and this is the earliest I have been in Times Square, ever. It was so… peaceful. (All the tourists snug in their beds… All the hawkers still a-snooze…)
It was a perfect morning to be outside, not too warm or humid, and the sky was blue. I wasn’t close enough to see the teacher but followed along on a giant screen above the square through a series of sun salutations and lunges. It was an easy, all-levels practice led by a teacher from California called Drisana Carey who talked a lot about manifesting a “ball of energy” in front of us and distributing our weight throughout our mats.
Was it distracting to have cars going past, Broadway music, the wafting smell of pot and a ton of people to look at? Yes, but I think I enjoyed it and was able to focus better than the class I went to on Sunday in a dark, quiet studio with 6 other people. Something about being in the fresh air and seeing the sky, and being among so many other people, makes you feel a little less silly about where you’re placing your limbs. I can roll out of bed and go to a regular class any time, but I had to make an effort to get up early enough to go here, so it had a point.
I went to class early because the first people to arrive would get a free Athleta yoga mat, which I needed because I wasn’t about to put my own mat down on Broadway. This brings me to perhaps the only downside to this event: Being that close to the street is kind of gross, and the mats they gave us were so thin (less than 1/8”, I’m guessing) as to be almost useless. When dropping my knees I ended up kneeling on my shirt, but I wished for one of those foam rectangles that old people garden with. Hypothetically if you have ever mistook your balance and fallen a bit during yoga, this might cross the line from just germy and painful to dangerous. Not that I know anyone like that. Nope.
If there was a way to build a platform and put us all on it, just to be a few inches off the pigeon feathers and cigarette butts… For the awesomeness, I chose not to dwell on it, but I’d make that suggestion for next year.
There was a “solstice festival” with free samples and vendors after class, but I had to rush off to shower the sunscreen off my Casper-colored body and go to work, where my Zen was quickly eroded by heavens only knows what. I’ve got to do more yoga outside (well, and more, generally) this summer, if it’s going to be like this.
This week I’m going to try to work out every morning. I have never been good at sticking to morning workouts, but I have at least been better than I am now — usually dragging my carcass out twice a week — and I need to be better so I can save my nights for fun times. (What, was I supposed to find an altruistic reason for this? Oh well.)
I was going to run today and lift yesterday, but I switched because it was so nice out Monday morning. Tomorrow I’m going to Mind over Madness Yoga in Times Square, conveniently on a day it’s supposed to get up to 95 degrees. (Surprise Bikram?) Thursday is for running and Friday’s for cross-training. Ready, go.
EDIT Of course as soon as I finish writing this there are about 18 highly motivational posts on morning workouts. Behold, the power of Tumblr! Now who wants to come over and drag me out of bed?
Yesterday I had a work event for which I was walking around the city all day (Brooklyn - Queens - Manhattan - Brooklyn). I came home, went out for a quick run, and then showered and went out again. By 8:30 at night I was zonked. For someone who thinks of herself as in decent shape, being on my feet for 6 hours really took it out of me. I don’t spend that much time walking around unless I’m on vacation (and then, only the kind of vacation for which one does that). Sure, it was warm out, but not scorching. And it wasn’t because I was breaking any land-speed records.
Then I thought, “But for the marathon, you’re not only going to be on your feet for 5-6 hours, you’ll be moving faster.” That’s pretty insane. I was contemplating this on a smaller scale last weekend when, after running for over an hour, I realized I hadn’t done any hour-plus cardio besidesrunning while I was injured. Poor choice? Possibly. No wonder in the last 10 minutes I was thinking “WHEN IS THIS GOING TO BE DONE?”
Maybe I should add long walks to my training schedule. I like to explore, and I like not feeling like a wussface for being wiped out by something as simple as a walk.
I should have gotten up in time to run this morning
It would help me deal with the stress storm of extreme WTF-ery I am currently experiencing. I won’t even go into it because if I try to think about it rationally my head will explode and I will go through a Kermit-in-“Muppets Take Manhattan” style amnesiac spell and wake up in Argentina on the professional tango circuit with no knowledge of my former life.
Tonight after work I ran in the park by my apartment, the loop I ran over and over last summer, and then into the neighborhood ta little. My aim was to end at a drugstore that sells my favorite popsicles (THESE, although “whole fruit,” I doubt) and walk home triumphant and cool.
I was just hearing the park when over the dulcet tones of Hayley Williams I heard a child calling “Excuse me, excuse me.” Over my shoulder I see a kid, maybe 10, on what looks like a full-size bike, who is several feet behind me. No parents in sight. I’m already over on the right, so I think maybe he’s calling to someone else.
Cross another block. The kid catches up with his parents who are at the corner, and I think, no problem. But again I hear, “Excuse me, excuse me.” The parents go sailing past - on the street - while their kid bikes on the sidewalk. Where I have to run, because there isn’t room in the street. Where I’m already dodging three-across strollers and extra-long leashes like a champ.
Now to be fair, I grew up in Smalltown from “The Muppet Movie” so a lot of the neighborhood rules I know are not that applicable in Brooklyn. By 10 I was allowed to ride my bike alone most everywhere. But I was always taught to ride in the road, like a car, and to obey the traffic laws like a car. Now that I have looked it up I understand you can ride on the sidewalk in NYC up to age 12, so this kid was probably within range. (Unlike all the adults I see doing this.) But he still has to share.
Why weren’t his parents biking with him to teach him how? What am I supposed to do, jump in the bushes till he passes? I live here too. These are my sidewalks, too.
"KID!" I shouted, still running. "WHY DON’T YOU RIDE ON THE STREET?"
"My parents won’t let me," he said. The ones who are both out riding ahead of you right now? Oh, okay.
"WELL, I CAN’T RUN IN THE STREET, SO WE HAVE TO SHARE," I huffed. I didn’t hear from them, but he didn’t pass me, either. (He probably could have squeaked by but it was a little scary.) Finally they turned and I went on my merry way without saying anything to the parents that was ill-advised. Like "Hey, you could go to the park and ride, then you could all three ride together instead of having your son trail you."
Then I went to the store and found my beloved popsicles, but being the worst drugstore in the world, there was 1 check-out person and a line at least 15 deep. So instead I just went home and wrote this post and now I don’t feel like hulking out so much. But I still want a popsicle.
Treatment for the anxiety I feel over determining what is and is not covered in my “preventative” health care plan, and how much that coverage will cost me, is probably not covered in my “preventative” health care plan.
When is it appropriate to tell people you’re going to run a marathon?
Training has been on my mind a lot right now and so has the actual race, but I don’t know how much yammering about it is too much. At least, I should probably let my roommates know so they understand why I will suddenly be going to bed early, reappearing in the morning and eating all the things. I’ve put it off because it’s a stressful time for them, but all they really have to do is not eat my peanut butter. And they’re good at that already.
This question is only half-serious so feel free to make fun of me. But not too much, okay?
I’ve learned a lot about Crossfit from my fellow Tumblrs but I still enjoyed this article about the Murph workout and Crossfit culture. It also features Crossfit South Brooklyn, a box I was delighted to learn has its own book club (that’s how we roll in the Slope).
Here’s the Murph workout (source) since it isn’t in the article:
1 Mile Run to start
1 mile run to finish
Considering I have never done a pull-up in my life, I assume my time completing Murph would be approximately ∞.
Today I ran my first ever 3.5K. It was supposed to be a 5K and at the start we were told it was “a little short”…try almost a mile! Oops. Did I mention this event was put on by a college, not just any college but the one I graduated from? Come on, dudes. This was an EASY thing to fix. Just from running 5Ks out here before (we’re on an island off the southern tip of Manhattan) I could have made a roughly accurate route.
The day is saved though because my leg doesn’t hurt, I got to hang with Tracy of Gotracygo.com, and now I’m going to sit around in the sun, eat ice cream and read A Life Without Limits.
Wedding season starts tonight for me with an old coworker who’s getting hitched in lower Manhattan. I have 4 this summer and I’m not in any of them.
What to wear? The blue dress I got outlet shopping last November? The sequined black one from two Thanksgivings ago? The purple number from February?
I don’t have to scramble for something last minute, as I have so many times before — because they all fit. No more of those meltdowns like I had at college graduation when I ordered dress after dress online and ended up shoehorning myself into a black strapless dress I convinced myself wasn’t THAT bad.
Weight maintenance isn’t glamorous, but it has its benefits.