Monthly Archives: October 2011

A Very Fine Nine

Ever since coming to the conclusion that I’m majorly slacking in my half marathon training, I decided I was going to make Saturday’s long run (9 miles) a good one.

Last week I managed to squeeze in a BodyPump session and 2 three mile runs – pretty good for me during this particularly busy work period. I even attempted to go to Wine and Dash, but when I arrived no one was there. Sads. Instead of giving up on a run entirely, I went to a nearby office park and found a lake to run around. I was damn proud of myself for getting it done.

Anyways, on to the niner.

I was FINALLY in town for a group run with the training team. I can suffer though most distances alone, but I like to run with a group for anything near 10+ miles. So I was thankful to have the team for 9 (and the built in photographer and water/refueling stations!).

I rolled out of bed around 6:15, drank some water and forced some dry cereal down the hatch. I was out the door by 6:50 and arrived at the team meeting site by 7:05. I found my group (thankfully they didn’t leave early…) and we were off promptly at 7:15. I ran the exact same route last year – the team uses basically the same routes from year to year – so I knew what to expect.

My plan for the run was to start off slow for the first half in order to save energy for the last 4-5 miles. Really I just wanted to CRUSH last year’s time for this route.

And boom…I kicked butt. Thank goodness!

I promise I'm more normal in real life (and not so weirdly tan).

I love how with the Garmin I can compare this run to last year:

2011 on the left, 2010 on the right.

I love seeing those 9:00s instead of 10:00s!

There is a massive uphill bridge at mile 1.5ish, and this year there was a huge backup of runners trying to get up it…hence the rando slow mile in the beginning.

I felt good pretty much the entire time, despite the hilly-for-Richmond terrain we were running. I am especially proud that I ran my fastest mile at mile 9!

All the hills in Richmond.

My goal for the race is to keep the “slow in the beginning, fast in the end” mentality.

And finally, a photo from mile 9 – I was determined to kick this run’s butt!!

You're mine PR!!!

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Half Training. Literally.

I feel like I’ve been half-assing my half training this time around. However I still feel like I can PR in November.

Thanks to work events and traveling (and spray tanning) I haven’t been able to do my “long runs” on Saturday morning in a while. In fact, I’ve been to exactly TWO half marathon training team runs since the program started in early August. I’ve literally not been in Richmond for the remainder of the weekends. No wonder I’m so behind on wedding planning…

So I’ve been doing my scheduled long runs on Mondays, since I work from home and have a lot more flexibility then. I can get out of bed (or not) and start work at 7am if I want. I can use my lunch hour to run. It’s truly glorious. The only downside is that I have to provide my own fuel, water and route planning when I do these runs alone. I’d much rather run with a group and not have to lug around my hydration belt.

Thankfully I’m in town for the next three weekends and will be able to make it to the 9 miler, 10 miler, and the 6 miler drop down. I’m out of town for work for the 11 miler and I’m getting married the day of the 12 miler (yea..don’t think that run’s gonna happen). We’ll see if I’m able to make up either…

I’m still feeling surprisingly good. I’ve only been running 3 times a week and doing BodyPump 2-3 times. I did a total of ZERO strength workouts for my other two half marathons, so we’ll see if pumping iron does any good this time around. I was SO EXACT about the training plans for my last two half marathons that my laissez-faire attitude kind of scares me this time around. But I’ve been “running seriously” for over a year now and I think my base is pretty strong…I hope I can PR!!

Yesterday I ran 5 miles. Nothing special. Drop down week. 9:04 pace. Fast for me. Kept it flat. Today is WINE AND DASH so you know I’ll be extra speedy (wine really is a great motivator).

Sorry past self, future self is going to smoke you.

 

Adventures in Spray Tanning

With THE wedding just a few short weeks away, I’ve decided it’s time to start working on a beauty routine.

I want flawless skin, toned arms, shiny hair, white teeth, hairless pits and a TAN. With a little effort, several of these things are within my reach (sorry arms…you’re about as toned as you’re gonna get at this point), and I tackled the TAN this weekend.

I am naturally quite pale and I don’t really spend much time in the sun. I think I saw the ocean once this entire summer. So it’s time to resort to sunless methods. You cannot pay me enough to step foot in a tanning bed coffin of doom, so that really leaves two options: buy a tanning lotion or get a spray tan (or be pale…not an option).

Notice how I blend in with the white walls.

Personally, when I think of spray tanning I think of the little human dolls on Toddlers and Tiaras. I think they look rather freakish with dark tans, hence the reason I’ve avoided the method for so long. But I’ve heard some good things about spray tanning as well, so I decided to give it a whirl.

I arrived at the salon early Saturday morning. Brian’s cousin informed me that I’d need to “let the tan sit” for about 8 hours before showering. This didn’t quite work out with our schedule for the day, so I ended up showering after only 4 hours (I’ll get to that in a moment). The tanner-lady took me to a back room (where they do massages and waxings) and asked me what I was going to wear to be sprayed in. I was like ummmm what do you mean? And she told me I could go naked or wear my thong.

I opted for thong. So I dropped trow, immediately froze, and waited for her to return. She instructed me to stand still and then whipped out this little tan gun thing (I am literally only in a thong at this point…hello boobs). The spray itself was rather cold, but the process went by so quickly I hardly noticed. She sprayed the gun all over my body and I was INSTANTLY dark. You can’t choose a darkness, so I was stuck with the standard color.

When all was said and done I was super happy with my body. No tan lines (except for the thong) and a nice tan glow. However, my face looked all sorts of scary. Like ORANGE scary. I wear SPF on my face every single day, so I’m slightly more pale there than the rest of my body. Brian’s cousin was also freakishly orange in the face, so we washed off most of it when we got home.

Behold:

I'm scared of myself.

And this was after I washed a lot of it off. SCARY!!

With a little scrubbing I’m back to normal, thank goodness. My palms are still weirdly tan, but I am happy with everything else. I think my body looks totally natural! Now I just need to figure out exactly if/when I will get another one before the wedding. I think I’ll cry if fake tan drips onto my dress…