Tonight’s run brought to you by: Rage Against the Machine. Tonight’s running playlist was quite Rage heavy, and being that this song (Guerilla Radio) started me off on the right foot as I raged against my least favorite machine, I felt that it was appropriate to make it tonight’s song.
Fact: I love Rage Against the Machine. It seems out of character, and used to seem even more unlikely when I was high school than it does now. Whether I’m their target audience/their usual fan or not, they have found a passionate listener in me.
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here,
What better time than now?
All hell can’t stop us now…
Now, the run was a short 2 miles on the treadmill and while at 1.5 miles, I considered doing a third mile. However, I got to two miles and the treadmill was almost covered in my taco dinner. Yummmmm… Needless to say, I didn’t do a third mile. I stopped and collected myself.
The Team in Training Spring Season Kick-off is on Wednesday night, and our first group workout/training run is Saturday morning. I’m looking forward to the beginning of a more regulated training schedule. For now, the pre-season schedule I have says 2-3 easy miles 3 days a week and that is what I will do, though I feel like 4 days a week isn’t going to hurt anything. :)
Boyfriend and I will be kicking our four day holiday weekend off the right way with a wine tasting class at New York Vintners! We’re just taking the “Wine 101: A Sensory Guide” class because neither of us consider ourselves especially knowledgeable. Class description according to the website:
Wine 101 the perfect introductory experience for anyone interested in developing their appreciation for wine. You will discover how to taste, describe, and appraise the different characteristics of wines from the major winemaking regions of the world. Learn the fundamentals of food and wine pairing. The main wine producing grapes such as Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, and Pinot Noir are covered along with an introduction to some of the others.
It will be a good jumping off point for the other awesome classes they offer and it will be a nice little pre-holiday-madness date night for us - thanks Groupon!
I will be sure to post a recap and maybe a few pictures tomorrow!
Tonight’s run brought to you by: Girl Talk. The new album All Day is amazing and certainly doesn’t disappoint.
I’m just really getting back into the swing of things and this album was perfect for tonight’s run. It’s been kind of a long weekend. Usually that’s not a problem, but I had to go into work today and yesterday and the long commute was draining. I think I’m still trying to catch up on sleep from Thursday night when we went to see Nick Kroll in Brooklyn - we got home at 2 a.m., which isn’t too crazy, but I had to be up by 6 on Friday morning. Good thing this week is a short work week!
So, back to the run… I did a short 2 mile run on the treadmill and it was pretty great. I averaged a 9:10 mile and felt like I could have kept going (maybe I should have). I think I’m faster than I used to be, which is exciting because I have big plans for a PR at the NYC Half in March! After my run I did some lifting and some core work and lots of stretching. I’ve discovered that I have tight hamstrings and I would really like to work on my flexibility. I used to be a little rubber band when I was diving in high school. Flexibility is such an underrated and overlooked aspect of fitness, and is something that I could definitely afford to spend more time on.
In other exciting news, Drew and I did all of the Thanksgiving Day grocery shopping this evening and I can’t wait to see how it all turns out. We’re celebrating away from our families (for the first time) and we are excited to have my friend Christina over to share Turkey Day with. Christina is amazing and ordered the pies from Magnolia Bakery… Yum! I’ll be sure to post pictures and recipes!
So, while I entered the lottery for the 2011 NYC Half Marathon, I was feeling a little spooked about my chances of getting in. (I’m not exactly someone known for winning prizes or raffles - unless you count the Power Rangers Elite Fan Club pack that I won after entering a drawing at a local grocery store when I was 8…) Past “big wins” aside, I wasn’t feeling so confident about my chances in the lottery, and then I stumbled upon Team in Training’s (TNT) website for the New York City chapter.
TNT raises awareness and money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS). The money that team members raise helps to fund valuable research for this group of blood cancers and also provides numerous resources for individuals and families coping with these various diagnoses - a cause I can certainly get behind.
Now, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that if you join TNT and do the fundraising, they offer guaranteed entry to the half. Sure, it’s an excellent cure for my lottery jitters, but joining TNT makes the challenge for me two-fold: raise $1800 for LLS and PR in my second half marathon while running in honor of my darling Drew. It’s a challenge that makes this race bigger than just me, bigger than something to blog about, bigger than a PR time. It extends to thousands of families, labs, hospitals, and lives - and that is something to be excited about.
I sat through the informational meeting tonight and after hearing the facts, the incredible stories, and about all of the experiences, I signed up and paid my registration fee. I am really excited about making my running charitable and I feel extremely lucky to be doing it in honor of someone I love so much. At some point tomorrow, I will be setting up my donation page. If you have any interest in donating, I will post the link and would be most grateful for any contribution that you could make.
I know I’ve said it already, but I am really excited about this opportunity to give to something that is near and dear, and I’m extremely thankful for such an amazing community of fellow bloggers and followers. You are all incredibly supportive. I look forward to documenting my second half marathon right here with you, with even more excitement and ten times the passion. Let’s do this!
healthiereveryday said: Tea is just the thing you need! A half marathon?! Geez, way to make me feel like a slacker. ;) But seriously, get training, lady! You can totally do it!
Thanks! I’m thinking healthy thoughts and I’m sure tea will do the trick. I just purchased a new training program through Runner’s World (partnering with TrainingPeaks) and I can’t wait to get started.
I applied to the NYC Half a few weeks ago. I think the lottery is in a few weeks, so even though I’m not guaranteed a spot, I need to get myself back on track and some training started. *fingers crossed* When is the big move? We’ll have to get together again sometime soon.
Sorry, I’m not very good at this Tumblr post response thing. Computer-savvy I am not.
I know that some of the things I have been thankful for in this daily reflection project have been rather trivial. A lot of them have been little pieces of my day that have been significant or I had found myself particularly fond of, but today’s “Thing I’m Thankful For” is not at all trivial. Today, on Veterans Day, I am extremely thankful for our veterans.
Whether you call it Armistice Day, Veterans Day, or Remembrance Day, this sentiment from one-twenty-five is spot-on:
Today is for…
You, And me, And the fallen soldiers, The nurses, and fighter pilots, and front line men, The veterans who live with their memories, And the families who lost their loved ones,
It’s for saying thank you. Thank you so much, To the men and women who fought for us Who fought for today, tomorrow and the future.
… bedtime. Since my alarm went off this morning, I have been wondering/thinking about/longing for my down pillow and comforter and a little shut-eye. It’s the one time of day when everything just stops - perfectly necessary selfish time for everyone. Earlier, I was thinking about “little me” and how much I hated and dreaded bedtime. If older, wiser me could go back in time, I would encourage little me to take advantage of the 8+ hours of sleep I always managed to get.
At last the time is here… After several weeks of early mornings, a work schedule that won’t stop, a short run squeezed in before a rich pasta dinner, and a glass of wine, I’m REALLY excited (and thankful)that it’s finally bed time.
… my co-workers! Co-workers is a little impersonal. Friends I work with? Work buddies? Fellow lab rats? You get the picture… I’m incredibly thankful to work with some of the best (AND brightest) people a girl could ask for. We all work hard, and know that working in science is completely unlike the day jobs of our roommates, boyfriends/girlfriends or most of our friends really. It is difficult for most people to relate to or understand what working in a giant, university lab is like, but we share a mutual understanding of the daily rigors (and amusements) of life in the lab.
After a day full of Excel spreadsheets, statistics and MatLab, I was looking forward to getting out of the dimly-lit behavioral testing rooms and into the kitchen for a cupcake class with two of my favorite work girls at Butter Lane*!
Quality after-work time with Julia, Iram and a TON of cupcakes. :)
Banana cupcake team in action!
Banana team was the best because we got to make the cream cheese frosting. YUM!
My poor, poor cupcakes. They were beautifully frosted and they took a spill… I should learn to be a little less clumsy…
*Thanks Groupon for making such a fun evening incredibly affordable!
I finished the book that I’ve been reading this weekend and was left without reading material for my long commute. Oh, the horror! What will I do? What will I look at? I can’t stare at the man sleeping with his mouth wide open, the woman picking her nails with her knitting needles, or the little boy on his way to school who has a finger securely up his nostril, because then I’m the weirdo.
That is why I was thankful for new music today. Among the things I added to my iPod today? Sidewalks, the new album from Matt & Kim. I love music and I truly believe that the world would be a miserable, miserable place without it. The new additions to the music library were enough to keep me occupied as I made the trek waaaaaaaay uptown and for that, I am very thankful.
So many books that I didn’t read But there’s so much air I chose to breathe
Ok, so I’m awful at keeping up with this daily dose of thankful-ness. So, I’m going to go ahead and lump this weekend’s little things together. There’s a lot to be thankful for and I will resume the usual “DTITF” tomorrow. Here we go:
A Michigan football win and bowl eligibility! Go BLUE!
Gaining an hour today. DST FTW.
The opportunity to watch coverage of the ING NYC Marathon.
(Shalane Flanagan is my hero. What an unbelievable effort this morning. Truly inspiring.)
Going into the work week knowing that I only have to work 4 days!
A clean apartment.
A boyfriend who doesn’t mind (or flinch really) when I exit the bathroom after my shower looking like this:
(Towel and masque? Sexy.)
And this little guy, who didn’t move a muscle as I dusted, vacuumed and wiped down surfaces.
(Don’t worry Chino, don’t get up. I didn’t want to vacuum those cushions or anything…)
Hey friends, in conjunction with this month’s Movember, I’m selling a signed Andrew McMahon (of Jack’s Mannequin / Something Corporate fame) Dear Jack movie poster on eBay, and 100% of the proceeds from the sale are being donated to charity:
Wow, only 3 days in and I failed to post my “daily thing I’m thankful for” yesterday. Lucky you, you get yesterday’s AND today’s in one post!
Yesterday, I was thankful for my health. As with a lot of the things I will probably end up blogging about as the “things I’m thankful for,” I’m generally quite thankful for my health, and I do the best I can to keep myself healthy. Drew is getting over a pretty nasty chest cold and when I felt my throat getting scratchy last week, I had resigned myself to spending the next few weeks coughing up a lung, nursing a bright red, raw nose, and downing Nyquil or Tylenol cold like it was my job. Fortunately, with the help of massive quantities of chamomile tea, my immune system beat that bug into submission and I feel fantastic. (Good thing too, because next weekend we have a slew of visitors!)
This morning, I am thankful for coffee. I realize that it’s not anything profound or deep, but with an early start at work and a jam-packed schedule, I need all the help I can get. (My schedule will continue to look this way until Thanksgiving, as post-docs try to squeeze in last minute/as many experiments as they can before we hit the holiday season and the lab shuts down until 2011.*) Luckily, coffee flows freely at work and the coffee maker we purchased when we moved is amazing. I can preset it to brew coffee just before I wake up. Ahhh, technology, meet caffeine - I think you’ll be very happy together.
*I think that it’s absolutely insane that it’s that time of year already. Why is it that time of year always seems to move so much faster than the rest of the year?
What are your Thanksgiving dinner favorites and must-haves?
Drew and I won’t be going home for Thanksgiving this year, so I will be making my first Thanksgiving dinner. It’s sure to be memorable, but I’d prefer that it be memorable because of the delicious food and not because we wound up with a case of food poisoning or because I nearly burned the apartment down with the turkey. If you have a holiday favorite, a must-try recipe, or any helpful tips or tricks I would appreciate it. :) I will gladly accept funny stories as well.
In Michigan, fall’s arrival is gradual. Long, humid summer days give way to cool mornings, football Saturdays, colorful leaves, and, eventually, the all-too-common Halloween sleet (in Grand Rapids anyway.) Living in the city however, fall seems to have arrived all at once. It started last Saturday, when it seemed that all of the trees had changed from green to golden yellow overnight. Last week’s 70 degree weather seemed misplaced among the yellow leaves, orange pumpkins, and produce stands hawking gourds, various strains of apples and cider.
Today felt - for the first time to me - like fall. This morning’s clear, sunny, 40-something degree weather made me pull my jacket a little tighter, bury my hands into my pockets a little deeper, and made me thankful for a warm wool sweater and thermos full of hot coffee. Appropriate, I think, as the countdown to Turkey Day starts and the reflections on those things we’re most thankful for begin. That’s when the idea hit me: today, and for the next 24 days, I plan to blog about one thing I’m thankful for each day. I will try to give a little blurb/background/relevant photo of some sort each day about the thing I’m thankful for. It may be hokey, but you can feel free to join me and to share those things you are thankful for each day.
So, without further ado… Today, I’m thankful for fall’s arrival.
It's raining, it's pouring. Caitlin wishes she was snoring...
It’s a rainy Wednesday morning and all I wanted to do this morning when my alarm went off was roll over and pull the covers over my head. Two cups of coffee in, and I’m still pining for my blankets and pillows and trying to convince these peepers of mine to stay open.
How do you get yourself up and moving on sleepy, rainy days?
I’ve been incredibly absent since my half marathon and I apologize. Since finishing my race I have been busy, busy, busy. Drew and I tackled the task of finding a new apartment, and that’s no easy feat. It isn’t easy anywhere, but it seems even more impossible in New York. What neighborhood do you want to be in? Studio or 1BR? Broker or no broker? Is it close to the subway? What will the commute be like? What amenities (if any) do you find absolutely necessary? We were extremely spoiled by our gorgeous Financial District apartment (gym? roof deck? washer and dryer in unit?!) and we knew we would have to come back down to Earth when searching for our new place. Fortunately, we found an apartment (that we absolutely love) really quickly - as in, we went out looking and a day later we submitted an application.
Once the search was over, the packing and moving began. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we have a TON of stuff. An obscene and unnecessary amount of stuff. Check out Drew’s blog to see what we did with said “stuff” and the changes we’re instituting. I mean, I love my “Like it. Love it. ADPi.” shirt* - ahhhhh memories, but as a 24 year old who is two (almost three - weird!) years out of college, it’s probably not worth keeping.
Packing is one of my least favorite things. When traveling, I often put off packing until the last possible minute, and the move was really no different. The night before, I started throwing things into boxes and bags. We got our keys on a Friday and because our new apartment is a walkable distance from our old apartment, we started moving the little things over that evening. We did the bulk of our moving on Saturday, and it went pretty smoothly with only a few bumps and bruises and no arguing to speak of. Drew and I rented a Uhaul and moved everything by ourselves. Poor Chino was a wreck and was pretty clearly terrified that we were going to forget him.
So now that life has settled down a little bit, I’m getting back into the swing of things. I haven’t done any running since my half marathon (tsk tsk) but my left knee thanks me, and I will begin my running regimen again beacause… I have applied and entered the lottery for the New York City Half Marathon in March 2011 and I’m really hoping I get in. So, expect continued running posts and half marathon excitement.
A quick congratulations to all of my other favorite Tumblr/Fitblr folks who completed their half marathons and marathons this fall! I apologize for not being able to offer more individual messages and I’m sorry for not being able to offer encouraging words approaching/on the day of your races, but you are all truly inspiring and amazing people. I followed along and loved reading the recaps of your races. Keep up the fantastic work and if you find yourself in NYC and you’re looking for a running buddy, give me a shout!
*Note: sorority girls look for any and every excuse to make t-shirts, so I am the proud owner of at least a drawer full of ADPi shirts.
I’m not even sure where to begin with this… On Friday, I did everything backwards/wrong/the complete opposite from everything everyone on the Runners World forum said to do them. I had a beer while packing because my anxiety was through the roof (ask my mom, she had to listen to me freak out for a few minutes,) my dinner was a quick slice of Ray’s cheese pizza while we dropped Chino off, and I didn’t get to bed until around 1:00 am because we got a later start on our drive out to the Hamptons than intended.
Surprisingly, I slept pretty well - not soundly, but well enough to feel rested when I woke up at 5:45. I had laid out my clothes the night before, but made a last minute decision to wear my favorite gray Merrell hoodie because it was cooler than expected.
After the alarm went off I got up and started to get dressed and eat. I had a Clif bar (of the Chocolate Chip Peanut Crunch variety) because anything too heavy makes me feel pukey and it’s really the only food I ate frequently before my training runs. I downed a few bottles of water and a few sips of Gatorade. I also took a second to snap this picture because the sunrise was beautiful.
I got to the starting line at 7:00 and made a beeline for the bathrooms. I was told numerous times that the first thing every runner should do before a race was get in line to use the port-a-potty. This was something I took to heart, because I know what it’s like to be mid-run and decide that you really need to use the bathroom. With running, things like that come on suddenly and without any notice. It doesn’t make for a comfortable or pleasant experience. The lines were actually not the nightmare I expected them to be, so when I finished, I walked around a bit and wished that I had gone to park the car with Drew so that I wouldn’t be standing alone in a sea of runners with their teammates and supporters. It was a little overwhelming and my anxiety began to rise. After a quick lap of the area, I decided that I should get in line to go to the bathroom again, you know, just in case. This time, the line was horrendous. After I finished I started walking toward the tents they had set up and my heart leapt when I saw Drew! What. A. Relief. We chatted while I stretched and then the horn for line-up sounded and we walked over together. I placed myself in the 10+ minute pace group because I don’t have any delusions of grandeur about the kind of runner I am. Drew stayed close and he chatted away the mounting nervousness and wished me well and gave me a smooch when the siren signalling the start of the race sounded.
Everyone surged (ok, slowly plodded) forward and before I could second guess what I had gotten myself into, we were off into the cool, sunny October morning! I started off at a really conservative pace because I remembered the numerous warnings about going out too hard too early. It was actually hard to restrain myself as I watched people passing me, but I told myself that for at least the first 3 miles, I needed to stick to an 11:00 mpm pace. The first 3 miles went by fairly quickly and I was happy to be sticking to my early plan. The other part of my plan was water every other station and Gatorade at miles 4, 8, and 11. The community was amazing, and there were residents in their driveways cheering runners on as they passed. Around 2.5 miles, I noticed a few of the people who had passed me earlier were pulled over stretching or walking, and I gave myself a little pat on the back.
The course to this point was absolutely gorgeous! It actually reminded me a lot of Northern Michigan. Miles 4-6 were pretty smooth, I started to feel a dull ache in my left knee, and by mile 5.5 a dull ache in my right knee, but I kept on moving along, and with each mile marker, I glanced at the clock and noticed that I was keeping up with my quicker pace. At mile 6 I decided to pull over and use the bathroom, but after standing for a minute and deciding that I really didn’t have to go that badly/didn’t want to wait for the 4 chatty girls in front of me, I got out of line and back on track. The 6th mile was pretty hilly and was on a dirt road. The road was made a little swampy by this week’s massive amount of rain, so I spent a good deal of the time reminding myself to keep pumping my arms and to take shorter strides up the monster hill. The other thing I occupied myself with at this point was avoiding the deep, muddy potholes. I think this was one of my “oh shit” moments. I was tired from the hill, I was second guessing my training (why, oh why didn’t I train more for these damn hills?!?!?) and really needed something to pick me up. As I passed mile marker 7, I was on the verge of tears, but I heard distant cheering and bells. I forced back the tears, swallowed and hoped that Drew was near. I rounded the corner and saw the water station first and then I looked to my left and there he was! My heart soared! Drew’s encouraging words and some water were just what I needed to get me focused and back into my positive, can-do frame of mind!
Still on cloud nine from my Drew-sighting, mile 8 passed without incident and I stopped to pee as I reached mile marker 9. The ache in my knees was becoming a little more uncomfortable, but I told myself that all that was left was the same distance as my favorite route along the Hudson River. (I appreciated being able to compare it to a familiar run.) I also reminded myself that the brief run near the water was approaching, and that there was no time to be a Sad Sally or an Achy Agnes. Suck it up buttercup! Seeing the 10th mile marker was such a relief, but I quickly hit a wall after reaching it. (A straw wall, or maybe a stick wall, but nothing I couldn’t huff and puff and blow right down.) Another major blow to this “wall” was the universe’s wonderful timing. No sooner had I set my sights on mile 11 and the fast approaching finish line, than my iPod decided it was time to break out the big guns - the University of Michigan fight song. (It was Football Saturday after all, why shouldn’t I be excited?) Now, I was unstoppable. I was hail-ing my way toward the finish line and there was nothing anyone could do to stop me! Before I knew it, I was passing the 12th mile marker and oh my god, I only have 1.1 miles left! Another runner and I both heard our Nike+ software inform us of the 1 mile remaining and we both yelled “woooo” at the same time.
One mile, and it’s time to give it everything I’ve got. Turn it up a notch, but not too much because I didn’t want to peter out just before the finish line. With aching knees, burning chest, and each quarter mile, I turned it up a little more, until I could hear the crowd at the finish line. I started to sprint and I was conscious of the awkward/kind of pitiful noise I was making each time I exhaled, and how awkward I probably looked as my brain took over and insisted that my worn out body just finish it, but I didn’t care. I crossed the line with the official time of 2:23:12 and at that moment realized that I could do anything. Maybe this is a little delusional, but runner’s high, much like alcohol, clouds your judgement a little bit.
The first person I looked for after I finished was Drew. I showed him my finisher’s medal and gave him a big, sweaty hug. He walked with me over to a clearing where I sat down to rest my screaming knees and stretch my legs. I tried to give him a quick recap of everything that I had been through during the previous 2.5 hours, but words failed me and all I could think about was how happy and lucky I was. I was officially a half marathon-er and none of it would have been possible without the amazing support of all of my friends and family. The facebook messages, blog comments, phone calls, cards and text messages were more meaningful than I can even begin to explain. Thank you all for holding me accountable, and keeping me honest and motivated.
Trying to gather myself, breathe, and relax for a second… I’ve decided that the bulk of my anxiety is rooted in the travel portion of this weekend. Getting Chino to where he needs to be, the drive to our hotel tonight, the car ride to the start line, where to park the car during the race, etc.
I’m stressed, but none of it is about me and my ability to actually run this thing tomorrow. The race itself is exciting and I can’t wait to finally do this! After months of hard work and anticipation it’s finally here - all that’s left is to get there.