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Checking in and happy 2013!

10 Jan

Posting a little place holder here, ’cause I am, in fact, still alive and running!

Work has been busy and outside of work I’m still training for Miami and attempting to have some semblance of a social life, too.  That doesn’t include this past Saturday night, which was spent baking cookies and then reading in bed.  Nerd alert.

Since I wrote, the holidays happened, which were a melange of good, bad, and ugly.  (Mostly good, though!)

Good included:  seeing my awesome family!  seeing my awesome friends!  sleeping a lot!  eating cookies and cheese with reckless abandon!  seeing The Silver Linings Playbook! (my girl crush on Miss Jennifer Lawrence has now reached epic proportions) giving and receiving fantastic gifts!

Bad included:  snow, (blech, hate winter) coming up 11 miles short for my prescribed 53 miles due to aforementioned snow + laziness + airline shenanigans (more on that to come)

And the ugly:  on my way back, airline shenanigans resulted in me being stuck at the Philly airport with no option to get to Laguardia before a flight — with a connection! — the following morning (I said no thank you and took the public transport to the Amtrak station and bought a ticket to Penn.)  Said shenanigans also resulted in my bag being transported to Laguardia on the flight that followed my canceled one, even though they didn’t get ME on the flight, (’cause that makes sense) and my bag finally being delivered to me the following morning with one of the beer bottles shattered and everything else in the bag (clothes, which had kept the bottles nice and cushioned– or so I thought) soggy and reeking of beer.

So long, DFH Celebration Ale, given to me as a Christmas gift last year and aged for a full year :(

So long, DFH Faithfull Ale, given to me for Christmas last year by my brother and aged for a full year 😦

I’m fairly certain that the US Air bag people played hockey with my bag, ’cause I definitely packed everything up very carefully with just this fear in mind.  At least my two other special beers survived the perilous journey.

brewed with peppercorns... I look forward to sampling it!

brewed with peppercorns… I look forward to sampling it!

Anwho… more ugly included runs that were derailed due to, er, tummy issues (um, when one survives on a straight diet of cheese and cookies for a week, this is to be expected, no?) and the loss of my ATM card, credit card, ID, and unlimited metro card.  And flip phone.  I’d rather not get into this, but I will say that I have a new flip phone, so don’t worry!  The jabs and jeers shall continue until I’m due for an upgrade in May… 😉  Also, word to the wise– do not carry a bag for the first time on New Years Eve because chances are if you are not accustomed  to carrying this bag and have a glass or two some champagne, you will forget to zip it and lose everything in a cab.  So yeah, don’t carry a new bag in that instance.  Even if the bag is super cute…

Did I need to buy this bag?  Absolutely not.  It was on sale, though...

Did I need to buy this bag? Absolutely not. It was on sale, though…

Miami training is going pretty well.  I did two 60-mile weeks and am officially tapering!  I’m still experiencing anxiety prior to every speed workout and am always slightly amazed when I nail them.  For instance– yesterday, I was to run 8 miles with 5 of them at tempo pace (7:27.)  I had pretty much decided I probably wasn’t going to be able to do it and was surprised when I did and it went well.  This is a regular occurrence with MGP runs and Yassos, as well.

In addition to the tempo yesterday, this week has also included a 7 miler with strides and an easy 6 miler.  I have a 10-miler with 8 MGP miles (eee!), another easy 6, and a 16 miler.  After last week’s 23 miler, the 16 miler is going to feel like a vacation.  That will rack up 53 miles total for the week and then next week I only have to do 40!

A few other running-related notes:

-I finally broke down and bought one of those handheld water bottles, even though I’m cheap and it was not.

water bottle

My reasoning was that I have read a few reports from the Miami marathon and it sounds like the water stations are pretty congested, at least until the half marathoners are done.  I’d like to try and avoid that, at least as much as possible, for the first half of the race.  However, I’m a little nervous since I’ve also read race reports from 2012 and the humidity level was something crazy, like 89% (barf.)  I DIE in humidity, since I sweat so much anyway, so this could get ugly… I’ve been practicing carrying this thing on my long runs and there is nothing to it, though I probably will wind up carrying either it or my phone, but not both on race day.  I’ve never run a marathon without my phone on me, but I don’t want to be juggling a bunch of crap while I gun for as close to 3:30 as possible (yep, I said it.)

Anyway, I carried it on Sunday for my 23 miler, but I wound up being pretty dehydrated and feeling ill afterward.  It really doesn’t hold that much water, but I did only refill it 3 times.  My 13th marathon and I still suck at hydrating.  At least I am finally getting the hang of fueling.  It’s amazing how much better a long run goes with the help of a few Honey Stingers… who knew?!

honey stinger

-You may recall a little bitch of an injury that plagued me for longer than I care to remember last year.  The plantar fasciitis hasn’t reared its ugly head full force or anything close to it, though I feel a little twinge here and there … but I can deal with that.  However, the foot ailment du jour is called metatarsalgia and it is no fun.  It basically feels like a burning or stabbing sensation on the metatarsal area of my foot and my toes.  Good times.  The good people at Jackrabbit fitted me for shoes about 4 times before I finally gave up and realized it wasn’t the shoes, but rather, my feet.  I’ve been able to keep it at bay during long runs with Advil.

And on a final, unrelated to running note, I’m not a huge “resolution” person, though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have goals in mind at the beginning of every year.  However, for the past 2 years, I’ve made the resolution to “read more.”  I was a total bookworm growing up and was an English major in college.  But somewhere along the way I stopped making time to read.  And last year, I read a grand total of something embarrassing like 4 books — the Hunger Games series and Gone Girl.  I think I’m better at more concrete goals, so this year I’m going to read a book a month.  This month’s selection is I Am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe and I’m loving it and already almost finished.  If anyone has any good books to recommend, toss them my way!  I have a HUGE list of books I’ve been wanting to read for years, but I’m always open to suggestions!

Bah Humbug… ish

27 Dec

Well…  I’m still injured and still not running.  Harumpf!

I did jack sh*t physically while I was home in Ohio.  Unless you count hoisting beers and cookies and pancakes (oh my!) into my mouth.  If you do, then I was quite active!  (I am swimming in a pool of self-loathing today.  This is also not actually a physical activity.)

So, last Tuesday, I promised myself I would get an elliptical workout in at my work gym before heading off to the homeland.  And sure enough, after work, I changed into my gym clothes and met my work BFF, Kim, at the gym.  Since she was already on the elliptical, I decided to do a (slow!) treadmill run.  I did about 6 miles in an hour-ish on the TM (I told you I was slow!) and I felt as though I had taken drugs (not that I’ve ever done drugs!) afterward.  I felt AWE. SOME.  However, my foot didn’t feel so awesome.  I don’t know why I thought running slowly would make a difference, but I do think that running on a TM is slightly better on my stupid foot than running on pavement.  Anyhow, I’m discouraged because this PF BS insists on lingering.  But here’s a couple shots of what I get to look at while I’m using my work gym.  Not too bad!

Then, Wednesday morning I boarded a flight to DC.  Though I pretty much always fly direct to Dayton, (hate dealing with travel nonsense!) the flights for Christmas were prohibitively expensive, so I allowed a “quick” stopover in DC this time around, thinking “DC is an OK layover.  It’s not like I’m going clear out of the way to Atlanta or something.”  This would have been all well and good had USAir not canceled my flight from DC to Dayton and not been able to book me on anything until 6 hours later.  RAWR.

So, I did what any normal person would do and checked my bag (USAir kindly waived the fee– it was the least they could do!) and figured out how to navigate the complicated DC metro system (you have to swipe your card to get OUT, too!  WTH, dude?) and found my way to the closest mall– at Pentagon City– and entertained myself there.  I got my nails done, did a lot of shopping, and treated myself to a burger and a beer.  Then, I headed back to the airport for my 6 PM flight…. except it turned into more of an 8:30 PM flight, thanks to further delays.  Ah, the holidays!

My time in Ohio was pleasant but rushed, as always.  I had a lovely breakfast with some of my HS besties at the famed Golden Nugget, where I engaged in some of the aforementioned pancake-hoisting.

Jen and Jill, who is expecting a li'l bebe in 2012!

with Jess and baby Vi

We did some reminiscing about how our entire gang spent the night at Jen’s the night before our final day of high school, then we went to the Golden Nugget, and us girls wore the forbidden spaghetti strap shirts to school.  “Do you have a picture of that?” you ask.  You bet your a$$ I do.

Lookin' fine in '99


I also spent some QT with my awesome fam and we did the whole obligatory present stuff and overeating.

3 generations of awesome!

My nephew is adorable and perfect in every way, including being a bad-a$$ colorer.

My niece rocks. (HAHA, GET IT??)

A small portion of the spread at my mom's. Wish I could say I ate mostly the stuff in the middle, but let's face it-- the cheese is always where it's at.

My sis-in-law MADE these hot cocoas on a stick. SHE EVEN MADE THE MARSHMALLOWS. Amazing!

Goose Island Mild Winter Ale was the bev of choice for the day. My bro and I gave it 2 thumbs up.

And on that note… my bro got me this special edition Dogfish Head beer for Christmas!

I love DFH and who DOESN'T love Pearl Jam??!! Can't WAIT to try it!

My mom MADE this for me and I LOVE it!!!  Sooo awesome and thoughtful.  This is for my medals!

Can't wait to hang my medals up! Here's hoping I get a few more in 2012....

This is where my medals currently reside– all hanging from one flimsy nail stuck into the corner of my bookshelf.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t knock them down whenever I am reaching for certain articles of clothing.

My Christmas rounded out with a visit to this little lady.  And speaking of ROUND– she is adorably (and infuriatingly) still in tip-top shape and just has a little round baby bump.  I was seriously floored when I saw her hot pregnant a$$.  This is my dear, dear friend Jennifer, with whom I ran the Flying Pig marathon twice and the NYC marathon once.

She is lucky she is pregnant, 'cause otherwise I would have slapped her when she said she is still running regularly. *insert angelic face here.*

So, now I’m back in NYC and supposed to be packing, as I am moving on New Years Eve!  YIKES.  I suck at packing and I hate moving, but need to keep my eye on the prize.  (“The prize” being living in sin with my bomb-a$$ bf.)

And speaking of keeping my eye on the prize, I WANT THE PRIZE.  (This time “THE PRIZE” refers to running.  I know I’m all over the place right now.  Deal with it.)  Oh man, do I want it.  I told myself I would put in a good hour at the gym this morning before work.  However, as per usual, I could not motivate to get out of bed to go to the stinky gym, so I wound up doing a measly 25 minutes on the stepper.  And let me tell you, 25 minutes on that thing is pretty torturous in many ways.  (Boring being the main one.)  I would rather run for 2 hours.  I also continue to picture myself winding up on Tosh.0 since I am clumsy as hell.

My foot still hurts.  Which makes me very sad.  I would give anything to go running pain-free right now.  I know I’m a drama queen, but it’s true!  I also miss these beloved guys:

Shoes, pretty shoes... I want you back in my life.

I know I'm a f**king cliche, but DAMN I LOVE SHOES.

It’s a good thing it’s a very chill week at work, ’cause I can get away with this hotness.

Oh yeah, rolled up jeans + white Brooks Adrenalines. It's all the rage!

My foot better RECOGNIZE that I am making all kinds of sacrifices and get better STAT!

Annnnd… I’m starting to sound like a crazy lady, so I’m out for now!  Hope everyone had very happy holidays!

13.5 Before Work

1 Dec

Annnnd I’m back.  (Sort of.  Not really.)

Tuesday night, I skipped class in favor of NOT getting drenched.  This was the second week in a row that it was pouring rain and I opted out.  Oops.

Instead, I went over to T’s and gave this a sample.  I really do like chicory, so I wanted to try this.  It was… good.  Interesting.  Not my favorite.  But good.

T stuck to what he knows best.

I also want to document here that he stated he would do this with me next year.  It’s in the blog.  It’s basically contracted.

The following morning, (yesterday) I thought maybe I’d try and run 14 miles.  Instead, I slept in a bit and ran 6.  Still!  It was the most miles I’d run since the marathon!  I was pretty pleased with myself and kept it around 8:30 miles.

Last night, I went to Beauty and Essex with my very good friend (and co-worker, and personal stylist and general fashionista)  Kim.  I’d been once before and had a nice time.  It’s definitely a fun vibe and a good place to get a “downtown NYC” feel.  The food is serviceable; good, even.  We split 2 entrees– the salmon (which was very delicious, I will say) and the parsnip ravioli, which was pretty meh.  Though I am generally loath to drink cocktails (just don’t love the taste of them, get mean hangovers from them, and just plain prefer beer always) I did get one, because this is more of a cocktail kind of restaurant.  The one I got, however — the Dark Chocolate Velvet– incorporated beer, so I thought it was my best bet.  This cocktail was Guinness mixed with Prosecco.  I love both of these things separately, but the combination was … lackluster.  Oh well.

This is me and Kim, but not from last night. It's now December and I am not that tan. Sad.

Then, this morning, I got up at 4:30 and ran 13.5 miles!  Yes, I am uber pleased with myself.  I am also pleased with my bada$$ buddy Erica who met me at 5 AM at the park and joined me for the majority of these miles.  Erica, by the way, ran the 18 mile tune-up in September, JUST FOR FUN, ’cause you know, running 18 miles when not even training for a marathon is fun!  Haha.  She is awesome.

This is me and Erica. Not this morning, obviously. My friends are pretty.

Anyhow, Erica joined me for about 9 of the miles and was excellent company.  My splits, especially near the end, were ridiculous, though.  Mile 11 was 7:57 and mile 12 was 9:49 (I had to stop and walk, ’cause my stomach was hurting.)  I also had to cut my run short at 13.5 rather than the 14 I set out to do, ’cause of the stomach ache.  But all-in-all, I am pleased I did it.  Now if only my foot weren’t hurting again… ugh.

So, I’m officially back into the Pfitzinger plan.  I have 2 more 6-milers and a 16 miler to do this week.  Eeeeyikes.  Also, it’s December!  And officially cold!  I ran this morning in a long-sleeved tee-shirt and shorts.  I thought my fingers were actually going to get frost bitten.  Brrrrr!

Great weekend + 20 miles

26 Sep

I had a great weekend and tend to be a bit verbose, so I’ll try and give Cliff’s notes.  Fri night, T and I met up with my buddies Molly and  Erica and Erica’s dad and her dad’s gf at the Hudson Hotel bar for a quick beer.  It was fun seeing the girls and meeting Erica’s dad briefly.  Then T and I went to a bar in midtown and proceeded to drink more than a few Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPAs.  This is a perennial favorite beer of T’s.  I drink it occasionally, but I can be a bit fickle with loving/hating IPAs and hoppiness.  They were tasting good on Friday, though.  Obviously. 😉

*Side note, there is a Rehoboth Beach Marathon and Half Marathon that I’m thinking I may be able to strong-arm T into doing with me some day.  Though he absolutely refuses to prefers not to run with me, I think the DFH brewery’s proximity could be a really strong selling factor. ;)*

Saturday morning, we went to Brooklyn Bagel, mentioned in a previous post, ’cause it’s the best bagel in the world and we go there as much as possible.  Um… this may be the highlight of my weekend… THEY HAD PUMPKIN CREAM CHEESE.  Holy crap, it was awesome, too.  The picture does no justice to its exquisite beauty.

Then, T and I walked over the Triboro Bridge, I stopped by the NYRR to get my race number, and we headed down to Union Square for the greenmarket.  By the way, it was so disgustingly muggy, my heart kind of ached for Ali and Lori and their maiden marathon and half-marathon voyages that were happening that day.  Obviously they both rocked it out, though, ’cause they’re ballers.  (CONGRATS, LADIES!!!)

The green market was AWESOME.  T and I bought a ton of stuff, then stopped by The Strand to pick up a few books, then we  hauled it all back to my abode, where we vegged for a bit before heading to dinner at Eats — a new restaurant in my ‘hood.  I got a Brooklyn Brewery Oktoberfest (yum!) and a burger and fries (healthy!)  We also split the scallops appetizer AND the calamari appetizer (yeah… I like to eat… and I was pigging out fueling for my 20 miler in the morning!)  Anyhow, I dug this restaurant, but T wasn’t a huge fan.  So the jury’s out on whether or not we’ll ever be back…

I got up bright and early yesterday morning and hoofed it to the park for the NYRR 18-mile tune-up race.  My plan was to run to the start and back, and that would make up the extra 2 miles I needed for my final 20 of this training cycle(!!!!!!!!)  I just barely made it to my corral before everyone really started to move.  I don’t have a whole lot to say about this 20 miles.  I kept it at a steady just sub-9:00 pace, (like, 8:55) which was my plan all along.  9:00 is pretty much my happy pace– I don’t have to think much about it and can just kind of zone out and run.  I didn’t even turn my Ipod on.  Since I’m 3 weeks out now from Columbus(!!!!!) I had no intention of pushing the pace.  Near the end, I started to feel pretty tired and a bit sore, of course, but nothing was painful or too difficult.  It was muggy, and I was a disgusting sweaty beast, but this is nothing new.  I did find it a bit annoying that my watch was beeping the miles completing quite a bit before the actual mile markers, but chalked it up to starting a bit far back in my corral and doing some weaving at the beginning of the race.  I was good about stopping at a lot of the water stop AND I successfully gulped down a honey stinger without choking or coughing or wanting to barf.  All good things. 🙂  Anyhow, when I crossed the finish, my watch said I had run 18.2 miles at an 8:53 average pace.  (I restarted my watch at the start.)  Though I wasn’t sure how I managed to tack on an extra .2 miles to the race, I was pretty pleased with the pace and went home, showered, and met my buddy Molly at Wicker Park for brunch, which was lovely.

However, later in the day when I saw my official time on the NYRR site, I was NOT happy.

*OK,  I tried to cut and paste my results from the NYRR site.  Anyhow, sorry, but it said I ran an 8:59 average pace.  So…

What is this 8:59 pace?  I mean, it’s a fine pace, but why did my watch say I ran 8:53?!?!?!  So…. I freaked out a bit to T (who did not enjoy it) and also freaked out a bit to my brother (who also did not seem to enjoy it.)  I mean, honestly, I am still pretty upset.  So all of these paces I’ve been thinking I’ve been running have been 6 seconds SLOWER than I thought?  That’s kind of a big, HUGE deal!  ARGH.  F*cking Garmin!  I have no idea what to do to correct this.  And I am NOT happy…. 😦

On a lighter note, the almost completely lovely weekend wrapped itself up in a lovely manner.  I went to Queens with T, we met some friends for a quick drink, and then I took a nap while he made me dinner, which was AMAZING.  I woke up just in time to watch him help put the finishing touches on our delicious green market dinner!

We had bought this cranberry-horseradish chutney at the market and the woman who sold it to us said it was delicious in chicken salad, so T cooked a chicken breast, chopped it up really fine, and we mixed them together.

Then we put the chicken salad on bread we had also bought at the green market and topped it with slices of sharp cheddar and voila!  On the side, we had greens we bought at the greenmarket, which included bean sprouts and sunflower sprouts!  YUMMMM.  And the chicken salad was INCREDIBLE.  Seriously, that was one delicious sandwich.

I washed it down with one of these.  I was excited to try a new pumpkin ale!  It was good and very pumpkin-y.

We had this amazing dinner while watching 60 Minutes and then Breaking Bad.  All in all, a pretty AWESOME weekend!

This morning I woke up early again and went for a quick 5 miler, down to the Queensboro Bridge and halfway over, then back up into Astoria and to Brooklyn Bagel where I got bagels for myself and T.  A little treat to send me off to Monday and to send him off on his business trip!  When life hands you pumpkin cream cheese… you eat pumpkin cream cheese!  These are my words of wisdom on this Monday. 🙂