Today’s hamstring-pulled-while-dancing brought to you by: Rihanna We Found Love
I confess… I was dancing a little too enthusiastically this morning as I got ready for work and I nearly pulled a hamstring. My iPod was playing tunes from my running playlist and this is one of my recent additions, so naturally I had to boogie.
1. When I was a kid I wanted to be a doctor, a gymnast, a teacher, and a veterinarian when I grew up.
2. As an adult, my dream job would be Nurse Practitioner (I’m working on it…)
3. W hen I was younger I wanted to be just like my summertime babysitter, Kim.
4. The childhood Halloween costume that I remember most was when I was a fairy. My mom made the costume and it was beautiful! Pink and silver fabric and to complete the ensemble, I had a crown and a light up wand.
5. My favorite childhood toy was BARBIE! I loved Barbie. I also loved Breyer Horses.
6. The time I got into the biggest amount of trouble when I was a kid was when I was running up and down the stairs (that happened to be lined with antique family photos) at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. They had never yelled at me before (or since), so that’s probably why this felt especially bad.
7. I get daily inspiration from my friends and the blogs I read.
Welp, I can’t grow any stylish whiskers of my own, but I stand in solidarity with the men of Movember and ask you to help raise awareness (and funds) for cancers affecting men. Help save your besties with testes and donate today!
*I joined Mango’s team and have committed to team challenges so long as they don’t require me to sprout a fancy moustache of my own.
My Lions performed terribly today. (I don’t want to talk about it.) So instead of watching the end of the game, I decided to do something I’ve never done in New York. I went and got a manicure.
It would appear that the only thing in New York that anybody would consider cheap, (relative to everything else in NYC) is a manicure. Feeling too lazy to do my own nails, and unhappy with my nail color selection, I popped down the street into the cute (and more importantly clean) little nail salon on the corner. $14 for a manicure? Yes, please. (I hear you can find cheaper, but this was super convenient. And did I mention clean?)
So, some filing, some buffing, a massage (best part) and a few coats of Essie’s “Little Brown Dress” later and my nails are looking lovely and I’m feeling lovely.
Next time on NYC Firsts: Caitlin gets a pedicure… This kind of terrifies me. My ugly runner’s feet could use some TLC, and though I feel terrible subjecting anybody to their awful appearance, I just might need some professional help to get them pretty.
Yesterday morning I met 94monkeys, feistyred, and veggielife at Grand Central bright and early. Dressed in our super hero finest, we grabbed some coffee before hopping the train to Tarrytown. We made the short walk from the Tarrytown station to the adorable and legendary little town of Sleepy Hollow.
The morning was absolutely perfect for a run — sunny, crisp fall weather. The course was beautiful though really, really hilly. Just when you started to think the hills couldn’t get any worse or that there couldn’t possibly be any more of them, they did and there were. (Central Park has got nothin’ on some of the hills we ran yesterday.) The support along the course was fantastic. The course was residential so families stood in their front yards, coffee in hand (and some sporting costumes of their own), cheering runners on.
The race started with an appearance by Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman. It could not have been more fitting. He was also stationed at various points throughout the race watching runners as they passed.
My race was a lot of fun and this might be my favorite race I have run to date. My legs felt great at the start and I felt really strong. I had a lot of fun getting dressed up and had some good feedback on the costume. The mask was a bit much at times, and I took it off around the 5k mark before replacing it around mile 6.
Though the hills were much more than I had bargained for, I managed to finish only 5 minutes slower than my I-still-don’t-know-how-I-did-that 10k PR at the Scotland Run. This surprised me since the hills nearly brought me to my knees and I hadn’t anticipated going out to do anything but have fun. Sure, it wasn’t a PR, but it was a reminder of what fun I have while running.
After the race, we went to Old Dutch Church and Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. Alice, who had been to Sleepy Hollow before, knew much of the history and served as our own tour guide! Sleepy Hollow Cemetery is the final resting place of Washington Irving, whose famed headless horseman from Legend of Sleepy Hollow, has immortalized the small town in American folklore. Rumor has it, the Hessian soldier who lost his head when he was hit by a cannonball, and who Irving based his headless horseman character on, is actually buried near Old Dutch Church. Among the other notable interments: Elizabeth Arden, members of the Astor family and members of the Rockefeller family.
I just gave him Robitussin DM* to help him sleep through the night without coughing so much. He gave me the most pitiful “why are you doing this to me” face. (I can relate because I abhor cough syrup of all varieties.) Now it’s time to lock ourselves in the steamy bathroom for some coupage before bed.
*I knew I could do this and was so tempted to do it last night, but wanted to wait until I had the green light from the vet, you know, a professional**.
**And if it’s your dog, DON’T take my word for it. I’M NOT A PROFESSIONAL. Go to your dog’s vet so they can give you the appropriate diagnosis and dosage!!!
There’s a stranger in my bed, there’s a pounding in my head Spandex all over the room, iPod’s loaded up with tunes I smell like a Powerbar, sun is rising in the yard Later on we’ll barbecue, hope I don’t blister or bruise
I came across Fill in the Blank Friday on a friend’s blog. (Her blog is Embarrassment of Riches, and is a staple in my RSS feed! Go check her out!) She posts her “Fill In The Blank Friday” (a play-along-on-your-own-blog feature from another blog she follows called The Little Things We Do) every week and I decided that I would join in the fun!
1. Nothing says fall like pretty autumn leaves.
2. My favorite autumnal tradition is a trip to the pumpkin patch and the apple orchard for fresh cider and doughnuts!
3. My favorite fall treat is apple cider.
4. Fall makes me think of home because fall in Michigan is breathtaking and is a family favorite. Fall will always mean colored leaves, the beginning of cozying-up-by-the-fireplace season, and time with family.
5. Autumn free form word association, go! football, leaves, school, sweater weather, candy corn, perfect running weather.
6. My go-to outfit in the fall is jeans, a cute top with a cardigan (I. LOVE. SWEATERS.), and cute flats. (Unless it’s really cold, in which case boots are the way to go!) OR, if it’s a Saturday, you can be sure to find me in my finest maize and blue.
7. My favorite fall holiday is (Halloween or Thanksgiving) Thanksgiving! Though I love dressing up, I definitely have to go with Turkey Day. Being something/someone else for a day could never compare to getting together with family over a magnificent spread (my mom never disappoints) while reflecting on those things that mean the most to us.
Won’t you join in the fun?!
Photo: ”Apples” via thelittlethingswedo on instagram.
I haven’t posted much in terms of running-related material recently, but I can assure you that I’m out there fighting the good fight. Confession: I didn’t run at all while I was home due to one of the most unfortunate packing oversights ever — I forgot to pack my running shoes. Complete. Fail. (Especially because the weather [when it wasn’t raining or trying to blow away all the things] was gorgeous and “the trail” was at peak fall color. I die.)
Being that I have trained for and run 3 half marathons in these shoes (bad Caitlin, bad), I am overdue for a new pair of shoes. I headed into the local running store (Gazelle Sports for those of you who find yourselves in West Michigan in need of running shoes, gear, recommendations, classes, etc.) to peruse their shoe selection.
I sidled up to the wall of running shoes - possibly one of the most glorious sights ever - and picked up the pair of shoes I’ve been running in and inquired about sizing. The lady helping me asked about my current shoes, what I’m training for, what my training is like and then she then asked me if I would take off my flats, roll up my pants and walk for her. I obliged and she asked again, “you’re sure these are the model of shoe you have been running in?” and then told me that the shoes I’ve been running in have too much motion control. She explained that I pronate normally, but the shoe over-corrects me and could contribute to the IT band issues I’ve had. Before she could recommend a shoe though, she wanted to see the wear patterns on my shoes. (BUT WAIT… I left them sitting lonely in my apartment!!!)
Ultimately, she recommended that I not buy new shoes that day, but that I keep my current shoes and then bring them back with me when I’m home in November to buy my new shoes. She said they could put me in shoes more suited to my stride with that last piece of the puzzle. So I still need a new pair of shoes, but this just means I’m even more excited to be home for Thanksgiving and to get some new shoes and put the first few miles on them.
Edit: It might be time to start a new family tradition… Woodruff family Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning? (Football coverage doesn’t start until at least noon and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade goes on for HOURS. Plenty of time for a 5k…) Gobble gob.
Every once in a while, something in your life happens that serves as a reminder of how many people in your life love you and care for you and would move mountains for you. I have always known it to be true, but lately, I’ve been reminded just how incredible my family and friends are.
Finding myself less sore than I expected, but still pretty. damn. sore.
After being up at 6:30 yesterday and then running 13.1 miles, I found myself struggling to keep my little peepers open around 10:00 last night. (That’s probably ok though, because my Tigers did not perform so well…)
I can tell that my running form was terrible yesterday because my back and shoulders ache almost as much as my knees and ankle. After a gorgeous, though stiff and slow-moving, October morning walk with Chino (we hit up the Hudson Esplanade around 7:30 before it became too crowded and I got to wear a sweater and UGGS… I. love. fall.) I settled in for more icing and some coffee. It’s a beautiful day.
Today holds a morning of knitting class, laundry, lots of icing, finding a way to watch the Lions game and perhaps, a trip to the farmers market…
This morning’s half marathon madness wreaked havoc on my tootsie toes. Both of my arches are sporting quarter-sized blisters and there’s a blister on the tip of my second toe on my right foot. (How did I manage that?) I may or may not lose that nail… I will spare you and not take pictures. Just take my word for it, it’s looking a bit rough.
After these bad boys go away, it may be time for a pedicure… Any New Yorkers have any recommendations for spas that won’t be completely mortified by my gnarly runners’ feet?
Well, it wasn’t pretty or fast, but I finished my third half marathon and NYRR 9+1 and that is all that matters.
After taking Chino on a walk that felt as long as a half marathon, I met up with Moxy and the two of us made our way up to Central Park. My calves were already feeling really tight before I left and I just hoped that I would loosen up once I got up there.
Because I’m a worry wart and am terrified of missing the start of any race I’ve registered for, Moxy and I were there with plenty of time to spare. So, we watched the end of the Norway Run and cheered runners on as they passed. Meanwhile, on the other side of the park, corrals were filling up for the half marathon and I was oblivious… Around 8:45 (the race started at 9:00) I realized that I should line up, and then realized that that meant I would need to hurry across the park to get to my corral. After running through the throngs of people, I settled into the corral and waited for the green light.
The race itself was rough. There’s not much more I can say about it. I fought myself the entire time. My usually squeaky clean racing thoughts and positive internal monologue must have taken the day off. I battled doubt and cramping legs and an improperly fed body. My lack of appetite and failure to eat enough this week became really apparent, and if it had not been for Moxy and her gift of Clif Shot Bloks around mile 9, I don’t know that I would have had anything left in the tank to finish.
Was this my best race ever? Certainly not. Did I have fun? No, not really. Did I stick to the plan and finish what I started? You bet. And that is what makes me feel better about my abysmal time, and my failure to keep my emotions and head space in check. I feel better knowing that I could have given up, but I didn’t let myself. I knew that anything less than finishing would not have been acceptable.
After the race, I picked up a bag of ice and ran a bath of the coldest water my faucet could muster. After a good, but very chilly soak in an ice bath, I showered for real and I’ve settled in for an afternoon/evening of football and lots of icing. My ankle is a bit of a mess. I’m actually a little concerned about it, but I will ice it and see how things go.