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Tattoo You

7 Feb

It’s the name of an album by my favorite band.  It’s also somewhat relevant to a portion of this post.

So, I had a fun weekend in DC with T during which I got zero runs in (which is sad, especially since DC is such a fun city to run in.)

And I got a hell of a lot of these in:

Oh Bell's Two Hearted, I heart you so much. But sometimes you don't heart me back...

And that rendered me pretty miserable on Sunday.  Oops.

But one good thing that we DID do on Sunday was hit up this fun little running store we stumbled upon!  It’s called Metro Run & Walk and it’s in Springfield, Virginia.  We may or may not have found ourselves in the neighborhood because we went out of our way to find a certain restaurant to soothe our hungovered-ness in shame style.  That restaurant may or may not rhyme with “slob heavens.”  Ahem.  Anyhow…

Methinks our pilgrimage to good ole Bobby’s was meant to be, since this little store was so awesome!  It’s small and family-owned and chock-full of great stuff and they were really friendly and helpful in there.  I urge anyone who finds oneself in the DC area to check it out!  T was in the market for some running shoes and the shoe expert there gave him lots of attention and helped him pick out a pair of Saucony Mirages.

I, meantime, was enthralled with the entire WALL of OTC orthotics for my barkin’ dog.  Over the course of the past 65 days, (but who’s counting???) I’ve ordered a ton of inserts and orthotics online, and everything I’ve tried was on this wall, (by the biggies– Spenco and Powerfeet) and then some!  I bought an orthotic by Powerstep and wore it in my little ballet flats to work yesterday.  And they felt good!  They look like this:

OK, it depresses me just a bit that I am now so well-versed on this crap, but I like to think that someday when I’m all recovered and running again, all of this will provide a useful reference for other runners who will no doubt experience this b*tch of an injury  (Not that I wish it upon ANYONE!)

Anyhow, I also bought one of these

I’m not sure if it’s helping all that much, but I’ve been rolling the hell out out of my foot and it kind of gives me that “hurts so good” feeling, akin to that of a foam roller.

Finally, on a much more positive and much less depressing note, I got one of these!  A PACE TAT:


A few things to be noted here.  First of all, THEY MAKE PACE TATTOOS?!?!?!  How did I never know this?  This is the coolest thing ever!  When I ran Columbus this past fall (the only marathon I’ve run with a pace band) I had the thing taped to my cell phone and it looked ridic and was kind of cumbersome.  And it was pretty shredded by mile 21.

Secondly, yes if you’re real good at reading backward, you will see that this is a 3:30 pace tattoo.  I’ve said before and I’ll say again that I definitely want to a run a 3:30 marathon this year (or at least a sub-3:35, but the closer to 3:30, the better, to ensure entry to Boston.)  As I’ve acknowledged before, this is a lofty goal for me, but one I think I can achieve… at least with a proper amount of training.  And that is where it is sadly out of my hands.  Because there is only so much I can do for this PF and I’m pretty sure I’m doing it all.  Have I mentioned that I have plantar fasciitis and it sucks?  Just checking.

Anyhow, so my foot is hurting today.  BOOOOO.  But I have PT this evening, so that should make me feel better.  Also, I got up at 5 AM this morning for a 6 AM Flywheel class on the UES and I think I deserve some props for that.  This is an extremely poor-quality and blurry picture I took with my Blackberry when I was leaving my apartment to grab the train this morning.   The glowing orb furthest to the left in the pic is the MOON.

I also want you to take note, past UES running buddies, that I can and will gladly get out of bed early in the morning and make the trip to the UES for fitness purposes.  Please remember this when I am recovered and running again.

Which I hope is soon.

W’sup with you?  Ever had Bell’s Two-Hearted?  What’s your favorite beer?  Ever seen or used a pace tattoo?  When will my PF GOOO AWAYYY?  (I realize no one knows the answer to the last one, but I’m posing the question anyway since it’s always on my mind.)

What’s the Best Way To Run a Race While Injured?

19 Dec

Friday night was a lot of fun.  T and I went and saw The Book Of Mormon with our friends Steve and Danielle.  We bought these tickets in August, so this has been a long time coming.  And it was a cute show!

Afterward, we went to Terroir in Murray Hill, where we shared some food plates and a lotta wine…

…Bringing me to 7:38 AM Saturday morning.  Race is at 8.  T awakens me.  I am lying on top of my bed, wearing my coat and my scarf… and my PF boot.  (T explains that I refused to take off my coat and scarf because I was cold, but he DID manage to get my boot on.  Awww, what a good boyfriend.)  Anyhow, did I prepare everything the night before for the race?  No, I did not.  Still drunk Slightly hung over Very tired, I am scrambling around grabbing pants, a top, my IPod, my race bib.  I manage to actually grind some coffee beans AND make a cup of coffee.  I brush my teeth, wash off yesterday’s makeup, dash out the door, and grab a cab to 102nd St. and 5th Avenue.

I knew this was an oversubscribed race, so I thought MAYBE there would still be people leaving the corrals when I arrived (more than 15 mins late, eeek)!  Nope.  It was pretty eerie, but the start mat was still down, (THANKFULLY!!!!!) so I crossed over it and began running the course all by my lonesome.  I saw a sparse amount of bibs, but I was basically by myself, which was… weird!

My foot definitely felt creaky, but it didn’t HURT, per se.  What was hurting was the hangover I was nursing.  With every step, I was thinking, “Ugh, so much wine… not enough food… get this thing over with.”  In the frenzy of the morning, I hadn’t put on my Garmin, but it wasn’t a big deal since my pace was the last thing on my mind.

My hungover misery went on for about the first 4 miles, but then I suddenly found myself caught up with the other racers and I kind of shook myself and thought, “OMG I AM RUNNINGGGG!  THIS IS WHAT I HAVE WANTED TO DO FOR SO LONNNNGGGGG!”  The rest of the race was actually quite pleasant!  I was super sad that my foot definitely did not feel better at all, but I was still absolutely thrilled to be running!

After the race, I ran into my friend David and some of his other Fred’s Teammates.  I grabbed some food with them and then went back to my place and napped for hours.

The rest of the weekend was fun and chill.  I got a lot of Christmas shopping done, which makes me VERY happy.  T and I got dinner with friends and got drinks with other friends.  I baked!  (Small miracle)

My favorite Christmas cookies of all time. You know I love something when I actually bake it! They are chocolate-almond and just divine. But they are not pretty-- at least when I make them. They are when my mom does.

And  I met up with Lori and we exchanged goodies and had tea at this really cute spot in Midtown East called David’s Tea.  The original plan was to meet up at Starbucks, but that appeared to be the plan of everyone and their brother yesterday.  When I discovered this cute little spot right next door to the Starbucks where we had planned to meet, I was delighted and relieved.  (Just being inside of the ‘bucks was giving me heart palpitations!)  I am not much of a tea drinker, but Lori and I both got a pumpkin chai iced tea with a dash of skim milk and it was pretty good!

So, that was the weekend.  I am happy that I ran a decent race, despite a mean hangover and a bum foot.  I am happy that I have now fulfilled my qualifications for running the NYCM next year.  I am happy to have gotten a lot of Christmas shopping done.  I am not happy that my stupid foot still hurts.  Suck it, plantar fasciitis!  Suck it, heel spur!  Rawr.

Oh, and the answer to the question posed in the title of this blog post?  Run the race hungover, of course!  That way, you can focus on that misery, rather than the actual injury.  I kid, I kid. 😉