So many possibilities

So after my 4 days at Shenandoah, I have beat my time (a PB) twice, made a trip back to Milwaukee to close out my house before our long-await sale, and come back to Baltimore.

On the trip to Milwaukee, I was hit by a semi. I was driving along in my MINI Cooper, and I’d been thinking about how much I really enjoyed the solitude of driving. It was somewhat meditative and I really enjoyed it. By that point, I had been driving about 8 hours, and if all had gone well, I anticipated another 4.5 hours of driving.

And then I saw a red and white panel bearing down on me. It was a CVS truck which had moved into the left lane to avoid a pothole (which I hit) and was moving back into the right lane – but I was there. In response to either my horn or my screamed obscenities (don’t remember which happened first), he didn’t run me over, but he did make contact with my tiny little car in two places – driver’s door (a small dent and two big scratched) and my driver’s side rear wheel well (huge – I have a wheel print on my car from where he hooked into it and tore off my wheel well cover). But the car was driveable.

The next day I got up early and went for a run. People wondered if I would feel any discomfort from the accident – no. In fact, that was my fastest time yet. Running made me feel grateful that I was alive, that I could move, and that the accident, which on paper sounds horrible (Semi vs. MINI Cooper), wasn’t really all that bad.

So now I’m thinking of possibilities – I have time available to me. Do I want to do a DMA? Is it worth it? 


Personal Best (this time around)

I am in Winchester, VA, right now, where I am taking a post-certification course in Somatic Voicework™ the LoVetri Method. This is a vocal pedagogy program for contemporary commercial music, and the subject of my post-cert course is Speaking and Singing with the Same Voice. 

Today I decided, after two weeks off from running (it’s been hot, I had a hand injury, I’ve been catching up on sleep, blah blah blah) that it was time. I’d made it to week 8 of c25K and hadn’t noticed any particular increase in my speed. I was still moving at around 15 minutes/mile, which is honestly not much faster than I can walk. It was discouraging.

I woke up early and it was actually under 80 degrees, so I thought that today was the day to get back into it. I elected NOT to use the c25k app, just cardiotrainer to keep track of my pace/time/distance. I walked 3 minutes (basically from the hotel to the campus across the street) and then ran another 27 minutes, stopping to walk only for a few minutes to try to figure out how to get Spotify to play music (it didn’t work). 

I ran 2.5 miles in 30 minutes. This is huge for me. I actually ran significantly faster than I walked. I’m not sure why.

I’m starting to gain perspective on why this is The Year I Ran Redux. There are some changes going on in my life – partly due to relocating, but some other things on the horizon. I’m feeling good about this, and I think I can start thinking about another 5K somewhere down the road.

I’ve started again….

It’s been awhile since I wrote – since February, in fact. And since then, I’ve put my house on the market, closed my voice studio and moved to Baltimore.

Oh, and I started running again. .

I decided it was time. And weirdly enough, I’m enjoying it much more than the first time through C25K.

Today was W5 D3 – which is a huge deal. W5D2 calls for a 5 minute warm-up walk, followed by 8 minutes of running, 3 minutes of walking, and 8 minutes of running.

W5D3 calls for the same warm-up, but then 20 solid minutes of running.

I was not anticipating being able to do that. I fully expected to walk part of it. But maybe it was the relatively flat path I chose, or the time of day, or determination – but I did it! Not only did I do it, but I finished before I’d made it home, so I wound up walking 2 minutes and then running the last 3.

All before 7:30am. Who the hell am I, anyway?

But it feels different this time. I’m not swearing, for one. I’m not listening to music as I run. I tend to count. To about 100 and then I start over.

Maybe it’s because I’m in better shape (Body by Zumba!), or maybe it’s because I’ve lost 14# (hello, Wheat Belly!), or maybe it’s just that I’m ready for it now.

In any event, I’m looking forward to week 6. Don’t know if I’ll run another 5K any time soon. Don’t know if I want to run in a pack of people or if I need to do a run at all.

Trying to figure out what this all means. There are a lot of changes.

I’ll try to write more on here. 2013 is turning out to beanother Year I Ran – and if 2010 was because of the death of my parents, what is 2013 about?

The Benefits of Exercising Outdoors –

The Benefits of Exercising Outdoors –

During the year I ran, I ran outdoors. That’s one of the reasons I got out of the habit, once winter came. I don’t like running on a treadmill – it feels artificial, like I’m exercising. (I have the same reaction to step aerobics – up tap down tap, up up down down, bla bla bla.) I did it from time to time, but it was easy

But the other reason is that I swear when I run. Because I don’t really enjoy it – I enjoy how I feel afterwards, but running is hard for me. And swearing under my breath while I’m running down the street is one thing – I pass people and maybe they hear me, maybe they don’t (“Did she just say what I think she said?”). But swearing under my breath while I’m running on a treadmill (which I almost typed as a dreadmill – Freudian slip?): people are going to hear me. And they’re going to complain. “That woman has a mouth like a sailor!” And then I’ll be asked to leave.

I’m wondering if I will run again. I’m looking at the snow falling outside and spring just seems so far off.

Maybe 2013 will be the Year I Walk – with the goal of doing either the Susan G. Komen or Avon long distance walks.

Although I think that while running is a more solitary pursuit – and possibly why I was kind of overwhelmed at running in a pack at the Irish Fest 5K – a long distance walk is going to require training partners for it to be something I stick with. And since I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any friends in Milwaukee, just acquaintances, it might be something that I can do once I get back to Baltimore (and rebuild my network out there).


The Year I Ran – an explanation of this blog and how it came to be

In the last year or so, I’ve referred to my training for the Irish Fest 5K as part of “The year I ran.” I’ve never been someone to run willingly. I’ve run for the bus, I’ve run for a plane, I’ve run for a gym class when assigned to, and every time I’ve hated doing it. And in the latter case, got a C for doing it.

But on Memorial Day, 2010, while Bill and the dogs were out for a walk, I thought to myself, “I’m going to go for a run.” Those words had never entered my head before. I had thought about running and had downloaded a “Couch to 5K” app onto my phone a few weeks earlier. But actually running? I didn’t think I’d ever do it.

It was awful. I walked for five minutes and then broke into the world’s slowest jog. I might call it a “galumph.” It only lasted 60 seconds, and was followed by 90 seconds of walking. And then the pattern was repeated for another 17-1/2 minutes. Of sheer hell.

When I got home, Bill was already back and asked where I had been. I told him I’d gone running and was aiming to do a 5K in August. He laughed. I don’t think he thought I’d do another day, let alone 9 weeks. I wasn’t sure I would, for that matter.

But I did. I never ran particularly fast, I never really enjoyed it all that much while doing it, but I did it. 

I haven’t done it since. Partly due to a bad bout of plantar fasciitis that made running painful, and partly to a lack of motivation that I’d had just a year before. But I liked who I was when I prepared for that race, and I’d like to be that person again.

But first I need to figure out just who I was in the Year I Ran. And how can I be that person again? Do I need to be that person? Or did she serve the purpose she was intended to serve for that year?

This is why I’m “here,” writing this blog. I have an idea of why it happened and I’m wondering if it will happen again. Or if it can be translated to something else that I need to do.